Sexual relationship maintained from elementary school to now

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It's hard to stay calm when I think about this, after all, not every family experiences something like this... or rather
, it's simply impossible. Typing it out word by word still makes me incredibly excited, since this could easily end up on
the news.
How should I put it? Let me start with my name, Xu Xiangquan.
It all started before I even started elementary school.
I remember when I was a little kindergartener, I discovered that rubbing my face against the mattress made me feel itchy, and
my penis would get thicker and harder. I wanted to pee, but I couldn't, which was very uncomfortable. I had to wait until it
gradually returned to normal before I could pee, and even then, it was just a few strained sips. I was so naive back then
, sharing with other kids that lying like that and moving around felt really good! Looking back, it was incredibly stupid.
Because the stimulation from rubbing the mattress wasn't enough, I didn't know how to achieve an orgasm. I just kept rubbing until it
felt itchy and a little comfortable, and then I'd stop when I got tired. It didn't seem like I could do anything else.
The habit of rubbing against the mattress continued until the third grade of elementary school. A classmate who was older than me was discussing masturbation...
Of course, he didn't call it masturbation, but he boasted that he would rub his penis with his hand and it felt very good. That's
when learned that there were even more evolved ways to rub against the mattress, and I excitedly tried it when I got home. At first, I couldn't find
a good way to do it, so I used my thumb and forefinger to hold my penis, which was covered by the foreskin, and moved it around, but it never felt comfortable enough. After a while, I
learned use my whole hand to hold my penis and move it back and forth, and then I felt a tingling sensation and felt satisfied.
At first, when I masturbated and reached orgasm, only a little bit of sticky fluid came out from the foreskin. Later, as I
did it more and more, my penis seemed to get bigger, thicker, and harder, and the fluid that came out at the most pleasurable moments became more and more
cloudy and more abundant. By the fourth grade of elementary school, it was basically semen. Is this considered precocious?
The consequence of masturbating so early seems to be that I grew very slowly later on. My parents are both taller than average
—my dad is 182cm and my mom is 170cm—but I seem to have always been underdeveloped. I'll talk about that later.
Since I've already mentioned my mom, I'll describe her, as everything that happened later was related to her. My mom
gave birth to me at 23. Besides being 170cm tall, she weighed 52kg. Her bra size was 34E, which was the limit if it were any bigger (thankfully it didn't go any bigger, otherwise she
might not have been able to resist gravity). Of course, I only found out her bra size much later.
Because , her legs were also very long, so my later obsession with stockings is probably inseparable from my mom's beautiful legs. Although
she's relatively tall for a woman, my mom's face is very small. Her long, wavy brown hair looks like
a model in a Japanese fashion magazine—a very trendy style. Her eyes are long and narrow with long eyelashes, and the corners of her eyes have a charming, alluring
quality. Her other features, including her nose and mouth, are small and cute, which is understandable given her small face. Especially her mouth—
small and delicate, with upturned corners, it was incredibly alluring.
My mother was rather strict, demanding high standards of my studies
and closely monitoring my overall upbringing. Perhaps she pushed me too hard, because when I went astray, the consequences seemed
quite severe—but that's another story.
After graduating from university, my mother worked for an international trading company, a typical office lady.
Because of her job, she had to wear stockings all day long. Those long, slender, and shapely legs in stockings were truly a weapon; it was hard not to attract the attention of nearby men. Her stockinged legs
seemed
to , so it's no wonder I became a stocking fetishist—the temptation was all around!
My mother's company was strange; in the summer, employees were required to wear nude stockings, and in the winter, they switched to black.
So, our closet was basically overflowing with these two colors of stockings, meaning I had stockings to
look at almost every day. I can't pinpoint exactly when I started liking to look at stockings, but I figured I'd
get addicted to looking at my mom's beautiful legs in stockings all the time.
Around fifth grade, one day my mom came home from work with a serious expression. I was watching cartoons in the living room
when she called me over and told me to take off my pants for her to
see
. I asked why, and she said a colleague's son had recently had a fever that burned off one of his testicles, making it seem atrophied and unusable. So, she wanted to check if mine was okay.
(Note: My dad wasn't home from work yet, otherwise some might wonder where he was.)
As a son, I didn't really understand, but I knew it sounded serious. Anyway, I obediently
took off , and my droopy penis popped out. My mom looked at it, then knelt down and gently picked it up with her soft hands to examine it
.
(As a reminder, I already knew how to masturbate and ejaculate at that time, and I don't know when I started appreciating
my mom's beautiful legs in stockings.) My mother, squatting down, was facing me. I could clearly see her black panties, encased in black stockings, beneath her tight skirt
. Although I wasn't intentionally peeping, as a child, I seemed driven by instinct, knowing
that it was a very attractive and stimulating place. I stared wide-eyed at my mother's shimmering stockings and the
deepest part of her skirt.
Another thing about my already masturbating skills was that my sensitive penis would immediately become erect the moment my mother touched it. My tiny penis
transformed from a nano-sized dick into a large, erect penis within seconds; and according to my mother's later testimony, it was already quite large when she
first saw me erect, almost the size of an adult.
Of course, my mother didn't show any reaction on her face; she was probably just pretending to be calm. Otherwise,
wouldn't she be surprised if a fifth-grader's penis became so erect in just a few seconds? My mother moved my erect penis up and down; although the skin was still
tender, it was already a bulging, veiny adult penis. Her right hand pulled my penis upwards, while her other hand cupped
my testicles, examining them to see if they were normal.
"Mommy, look at Koizumi's testicles..."
Since elementary school, I'd bathed myself, and after I developed erections and started masturbating, I'd basically never let anyone see or
touch my penis. The way Mommy handled my penis and testicles sent a strange
, intense sensation through her delicate hands. Before I could even pull myself back, I cried out, and a thick, white
stream of semen spurted from the tip of my penis.
Mommy seemed completely stunned by this unexpected reaction, staring blankly as my semen gushed from the glans.
A gush of semen shot out, the first spurt hitting my mother's face squarely, the thick, forceful semen staining her beautiful face.
The next three or four spurts landed on her plump, black-stockinged legs as she squatted down. My mother's hands didn't move, but
the simple act of holding my penis and testicles was enough to bring me, a fifth-grader, to orgasm. Within
seconds, my beautiful face and stockinged thighs were covered in white, viscous semen.
After ejaculating, I slumped back down, knowing it wasn't intentional, but I was still afraid my usually
strict mother would scold me: "Mom, I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I didn't know..." I
mumbled incoherently while still sitting.
After being covered in semen, my mother quickly recovered from the shock, solemnly releasing her hands and standing up. She
wiped the semen from her face, saying, "Xiaoquan, come here, let me help you wash up." Then she went to the bathroom first. I sat there,
staring at the semen on the floor, and hurriedly followed my mother.
My mother took off her black stockings, which I had soiled in the bathroom. Her long, fair legs
were still quite . After drying her face with a towel, she pulled me, naked, to stand in the bathroom. She
unconsciously squatted to the side so I couldn't see under her skirt, and turned on the shower to wash my penis. Having just ejaculated, I
don't know why, but I quickly became erect again. I could see my mother's beautiful face was slightly flushed, whether from
the temperature of the bathroom water or something else. But she held my erect penis and said, "Xiaoquan's foreskin is dirty,
Mom will clean it for you." Then, while rinsing with hot water, she gently and slowly
pulled back my foreskin for the first time ever.
"Ouch...!"
I winced in pain, wanting to pull back, but conflictedly, I felt a strange pleasure as my mother stroked my penis. The moment the foreskin was
fully , an uncontrollable wave of pleasure washed over me again, and a second ejaculation shot from my urethra, all of it landing
on my mother's full breasts. Even through her white shirt and pink bra, I could still see
the impressive size of her breasts hidden beneath her clothes. This time, the ejaculation didn't frighten my mother. She remained calm and continued cleaning my
dirty glans and foreskin, carefully and quickly cleaning away the accumulated white grime from the ridges of my glans. Having
caused trouble repeatedly, I dared not speak, trembling and barely able to stand, enduring the pain until my mother had finished cleaning my penis,
at which point it slowly softened.
Mom wiped the sweat from her brow and said expressionlessly,
"From now on, Koizumi will wash his own penis like this. Koizumi's all grown up now, Mom won't help you anymore."
Then she walked out of the bathroom without looking back, leaving me standing there bewildered... Had I done something wrong
? === ... During our shopping trip, Mom's ankle, clad in high heels, twisted slightly . But after a quick movement, she pulled me along to continue shopping in the department store. Back home, Mom took off her heels and went into the living room. She sat on the sofa and put one foot on the table; it turned out the twisted area was swollen. Although not serious, the bruise was quite noticeable. Mom rubbed her ankle , her brow furrowed slightly, seemingly in pain. Being the dutiful daughter I am, I naturally sat down next to her and offered to massage it. Mom didn't say anything, just let go of my hand and waited for me to massage it. When my little hand touched Mom's ankle, it felt like an electric shock. I realized that the stockings, which I usually only thought were pretty, actually felt so smooth and silky. That day, Mom was wearing light-colored sheer stockings, and her already fair skin seemed to glow slightly beneath them, looking incredibly beautiful. Gently massaging Mom's feet, I could almost smell the scent of her leather shoes and the natural fragrance of her legs—a wonderful combination. The soft hissing of her stockinged feet under my gentle massage sounded like beautiful music. As I massaged, I stared intently at my mother's beautiful stockinged feet . While she rested with her eyes closed, I secretly peeked up at her stockinged calves and thighs; perfectly proportioned were the most fitting description for those legs. For some reason, I suddenly felt a surge of heat rising to my head, and my entire body, including my hands massaging her feet, warmed up. Enjoying the smooth touch, I was startled to find my penis slowly hardening, soon creating a sizable tent in my shorts. Realizing how wonderful stockings felt , I couldn't resist stroking my mother's feet while massaging her ankles, deriving a certain satisfaction from the touch , thus beginning my irreversible journey into a stocking fetish. Finally, my mother opened her slender eyes. I quickly withdrew my hands and sat up straight, concealing the embarrassing erection in my legs. Mom didn't notice my change. She simply turned her head casually and said, "Thank you, my good son," before getting up to go to the bathroom to shower. Sitting in the living room, I was in a daze, watching cartoons on TV. My mind was still racing with the image of me caressing Mom's stockinged feet. The delicate, smooth touch seemed to linger on my hands. Several minutes passed before I realized Mom had finished her shower and gone back to her room, leaving the bathroom steamy. Before going back to her room, Mom called me to take a shower. Lost in thought, I floated into the bathroom to undress . As I was about to throw my clothes into the laundry basket, I noticed Mom's stockings, which she had worn that day, seemingly beckoning to me , carelessly tossed into the basket. I stared at the sheer, nude stockings for only a few seconds before instinctively reaching out and picking them up . I rubbed the stockings between my hands, savoring the exquisite sensation of touching Mom's stockinged feet.

The hissing sound immediately brought back the unforgettable memory from just over ten minutes ago. Touching the stockings in my hand, I couldn't resist bringing
them to my nose to smell the toes. The scent of leather and her body fragrance was deeply irresistible, and within seconds, my
penis shorts. I quickly kicked off my shorts and underwear, holding the stockings
to my nose with my left hand, while my right hand uncontrollably began to stroke my fully erect penis back and forth.
My mind kept replaying my mother's beautiful legs in stockings, those long and voluptuous pink legs that had somehow
captivated me, a sixth-grader at the time. While smelling the stockings, I vigorously masturbated, feeling
myself approaching my climax. Then, I bit down on the stockings and sucked on them frantically, as if trying to inhale my mother's sweat and scent
. Finally, with a throbbing motion, I ejaculated streams of white semen from my half-open foreskin, almost all of it hitting
the wall , accompanied by the sound of it bouncing against the wall. The intense pleasure of ejaculation made my eyes roll back
, and I couldn't think straight.
It wasn't until a dozen seconds later, after I finished, that I came to my senses. I took the stocking out of my mouth and noticed that
the had been splashed with a little semen, leaving a small stain on the transparent stocking. Only after the pleasure subsided
did I start to panic. I quickly grabbed some toilet paper and began wiping away the splattered semen. I used dozens of sheets to
roughly wipe away the semen stain on the skin-colored stocking before stuffing it back into the laundry basket.
After cleaning up the scene, I quickly took a shower and hid back in my room, constantly worried that I might be discovered for stealing my mother's stockings to masturbate .
However, the next day, my mother had washed all her clothes and didn't seem to react in
any different way , so I, feeling guilty , finally felt relieved. === ... Most of the time , it's safe to just wear stockings on my hands while masturbating. Occasionally, when I'm overcome with lust, I'll wear them on, but I have to pull them off just before I reach climax to avoid uncontrollable ejaculation. A little clear fluid will leak out during masturbation, but since it's not much, I can wipe it off with a towel or toilet paper, just be careful not to leave any tissue residue. Every time I steal my mom's stockings to masturbate, I imagine myself touching her stockinged thighs. In my mind, they are the most beautiful legs in the world, more beautiful than any girl wearing stockings on the street. The smooth yet slightly makes me feel that nothing could be more pleasurable. Then, in the instant of ejaculation, my mind goes blank, repeatedly intensifying my lust for my mom , finally giving rise to incestuous thoughts, planting the seeds of sin for what happened later. Stealing my mom's stockings to masturbate has quickly become an indispensable part of my daily life. I carefully and preciously molested those stockings that still smelled of her body, never letting my mother find out (I assume she never did). After entering the first year of junior high school, perhaps because I was an only child and my mother had high expectations for me, my studies became increasingly demanding under her supervision . Besides tutoring, I often had to stay at school to study (damn, only in the first year of junior high!). My grades barely , but I was never among the top students. I would often come home to find my mother with a stern face, asking how my classes went that day, and then demanding that I finish my homework before I could rest. Actually, sometimes the schoolwork wasn't that much, after all, I was only in the first year of junior high, but with the extra homework from tutoring, I was often completely exhausted even after school. Sometimes I was slow, and it would be 11 or 12 o'clock before I could go to sleep. My mother saw that this wouldn't do, so she simply stayed home at night and supervised me while I did my homework. With my mother sitting next to me and urging me on, my speed increased considerably. Later, when I encountered problems I didn't understand, I tried asking my mother, who patiently taught me (she graduated from a pretty good university). At first, she sat across from me at the dining table, but later that position became inconvenient for teaching, so she sat directly next to me while I did my homework. Sitting next to me made me a little restless, as I had already begun to experience sexual desire. And a large part of that desire was directed at my mother, and I would often masturbate using her stockings. At that time, I didn't think it was immoral; I just didn't dare let my strict mother know that I was stealing her stockings. My mother, sitting next to me, had a faint scent of perfume, which, after a busy day, mixed with a light sweat and natural body odor, creating a very pleasant smell that often made me unconsciously breathe more heavily. At the time, I didn't know that this was the power of pheromones (or, to put it simply, a woman's fragrance); I just felt that I liked the pleasant smell of my mother. When my mother taught me my homework, she sat very close, sometimes even leaning against me while explaining. "Hey, Koizumi, look, this phrase is written like this..." My mother explained the English I didn't understand with great concentration. Looking at my mother's face up close from the side, her already delicate features appeared even more radiant. My father said that when she was young, many men pursued her, and I don't know how she ended up being pursued by my honest father. Lost in thought, I drifted off from my textbook and suddenly realized that my mother was too close; her breasts were directly against my arm. The soft, seemingly full feeling, even through her clothes and bra, was a huge stimulation for me, a mere thirteen-year-old. My mind wandered, and my penis began to secretly rise under my shorts, creating a secret little haven under the table. But my mother seemed oblivious, focused on explaining the text, and unknowingly moved even closer, this time her stockinged legs were pressed against my leg and right hand. My mother was wearing very thin gray nylon stockings that day, and I could even feel the smoothness and warmth of her beautiful silky legs. Although I was too nervous to move, it seemed that all my attention was focused on my arm pressing against her chest, and on the back of my hand and leg touching her stockinged thighs. His already erect penis was now fully erect , almost spilling out from under his shorts. They remained pressed together for a while before Mom realized she was too close. She moved slightly away, but didn't notice...

I sensed her son was already aroused by her sexy body. My face was burning, and even though my mother had moved away
, I remained stuck in that state, unable to shake off the sensation, secretly inhaling her fragrance as my erection continued. After about ten minutes
, the class finally ended, and my mother stretched and went to take a shower. At this moment, I was finally able to
relax .
The moment I had been waiting for was just ten minutes away. After my mother finished showering and went back to her room, I rushed into the bathroom, found the
ultra-thin gray stockings in the laundry basket, and, as usual, held them to my nose, inhaling their fragrance deeply.
Then eagerly pulled down my pants and put the stockings over my erect penis, feeling
the wonderful stimulation of the nylon fibers on my shaft, and began to vigorously masturbate. Almost instantly, intense pleasure shot from my glans, half-covered by the foreskin, all the way
to my brain, causing me to ejaculate a large amount of thick, foul-smelling semen, all of it spraying into the instep of my mother's stockings. Normally,
I'd peel off the stockings and ejaculate outside, but today, with my elbow against my mother's breast and my hand and leg touching her stockinged
legs, the excitement in my mind made it impossible to control my ejaculation. I uncontrollably released all my semen onto
my mother's worn, sexy stockings.
Panting, I recovered from the pleasure of ejaculation and then remembered I needed to clean up the mess. Nervously, I
started wiping the stockinged toes, now smeared with semen, with toilet paper as usual. Finding there was too much semen, I tried wiping with a towel, but that didn't get it clean either .
So I used some shower gel to
wash the semen-stained toes, and after roughly cleaning them, I dried the stockings with a towel and stuffed them back into the laundry basket before guiltily taking a shower. === ... Everything seemed normal when I went to school during the day. But when I got home in the evening and was doing my homework at the dining table as usual, I don't know if it was just my imagination, but my mother's face seemed expressionless, even a little stiff, and she seemed to be sitting quite far away, practically at a distance from me. After finishing my studies, my mother went to the bathroom to shower. As usual, I went to the bathroom to steal my mother's stockings to masturbate, only to find that she hadn't taken them out of the laundry basket, even though she was wearing black stockings just moments before. She must have taken them to the balcony to dry. Had she discovered it? I had washed them! Had they not been washed properly? Had they leaked somewhere? Or was it just a coincidence? My mind started racing with all sorts of wild thoughts . But my mother was sitting so far away while I was doing my homework, and her cold attitude made me feel like something really was wrong. I went to bed with these suspicions, but I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. I kept worrying that I had leaked the stockings and ejaculated inside her. I tossed and turned in bed thinking about it all night, and ended up not sleeping a wink. When I brushed my teeth early this morning I went to the balcony to check if my mother had hung her stockings out to dry. Sure enough, there they were – the black sheer stockings my mother had worn yesterday, swaying in the morning breeze. Seeing my favorite stockings, I couldn't help but swallow hard. I hadn't been able to satisfy my desires yesterday, and had spent the entire night thinking about Now, seeing them hanging on the clothesline, a surge of unfulfilled lust instantly welled up. Thinking that my parents were probably still asleep, and disregarding whether they had discovered that I had ejaculated inside the stockings, I lustfully took them down, pulled down my pants, and expertly slipped them over my almost instantly erect penis, rubbing it vigorously. "Ah..." The familiar silky touch felt incredibly pleasurable on my penis, and I couldn't help but moan with pleasure. My right hand moved rapidly, stroking my penis, which was tightly encased in thin black stockings. My left hand held the stocking foot, sucking hard on its freshly washed, slightly soapy scent. A sliver of reason told me that when I was about to ejaculate, I absolutely couldn't ejaculate inside her. As I rubbed my penis through the thin black stockings, I fantasized about my mother's beautiful legs in stockings, her fragrant little feet, her breasts that had pressed against my elbow that day, the bouncy, sexy symbol beneath her clothes. Those plump breasts must be huge My mother must look so beautiful after taking off her stockings and clothes to shower, her breasts exposed. I've completely forgotten the memories of breastfeeding as a child. If I could masturbate while looking at my mother's breasts and her stockinged legs... "Koizumi, are you up?" Hearing my mother's lazy voice coming from the living room, I tensed up and couldn't control myself, suddenly ejaculating . I frantically tried to pull the stockings off the throbbing penis, the first spurt of semen spraying solidly inside the stockings, the rest spilling onto the balcony floor. I frantically grabbed a rag hanging on the balcony and quickly wiped up the stockings and the semen on the floor within seconds, then hung the stockings back on the clip. I grabbed a pair of school socks hanging on the balcony and went back to the living room . "Good morning, Mom. I'm up. Got the socks from the balcony." I couldn't see my expression at that moment, but I must have been smiling incredibly awkwardly. Mom glanced at me slightly , then began preparing breakfast without any expression. I was extremely nervous throughout breakfast, unable to utter . After finishing breakfast, I hurriedly and guiltily changed into my school uniform and went to school. === ... "Do you know what Mom wants to tell you?" Mom broke the silence and asked me first. I didn't dare look at Mom.

Mom didn't dare speak, only nodding heavily.
"Why did you take Mom's stockings...?" Mom paused, seemingly finding it difficult to directly point out my lewd
behavior . I lowered my head, staring intently at Mom's stockinged thighs, my mind a jumbled mess, trying to figure out how to answer
. I'd been thinking about it all day at school, so why couldn't I utter a single word now? After
a long silence, I finally managed to squeeze out, "Because... I think... Mom's legs look really good in stockings...
so... so..." Then I didn't know how to continue.
Hearing my answer, Mom's serious yet beautiful face showed a subtle, indescribable expression—whether it was anger or something else.
Her sexy black-stockinged legs rubbed together lightly, making a pleasant hissing sound... I'd already been caught, and
I was still thinking about lewd things!
"Xiaoquan, this is a common phenomenon during puberty," Mom's clear voice sounded unusually calm, while
I, in contrast, was so embarrassed I didn't know what to do. "It's normal for kids like this at this age... You should focus
on your studies, then you won't be thinking about these strange things."
Then Mom started lecturing me, relentlessly instilling in me that what I was doing was wrong, and that I should study hard to avoid this
kind of thinking, repeating the same things over and over. Dizzy and disoriented, I listened quietly to Mom's lecture for several minutes before finally snapping back.
"But I just feel really comfortable!" I looked up at Mom and replied, a little louder. This simple
yet powerful statement suddenly left Mom speechless, unsure how to respond to her stubborn son.
"That's perverted!" Mom's attitude changed from simple lecturing to a bit of anger. "Wearing stockings is something only perverts do!
"
"I'm not perverted!" I couldn't help but retort angrily. "I just think
it , how is that perverted! I didn't steal them, I put them back!"
"Why are you talking back like that, child!" Mom said angrily. "It's not about stealing or not, what kind of twisted logic is this?
Things that are not allowed are simply not allowed, that's perverted!"
"I just think Mom's feet look beautiful and sexy in stockings! How is that perverted?" I said angrily, staring intently at
Mom .
"What...what did you say...what, what are you saying?!" Suddenly hearing me say her feet in stockings
were sexy, my mother was clearly flustered and didn't know how to respond, so embarrassed she couldn't speak coherently.
"It's all Mom's fault! I said your feet in stockings are beautiful and sexy, and I like them! I like using Mom's stockings
, is that wrong?!" I felt like I'd given up, since I'd already been caught, I started rambling on
like throw caution to the wind.
"You child!" My mother was getting angrier and angrier. "Teenagers thinking nonsense...it's just perverted,
you can't!"
"Mom, if you let me touch you, you won't think nonsense!" I said defiantly, my face flushed, and suddenly reached out my right hand and grabbed
my mother 's stockinged thigh. My mother was shocked and flinched, slapping my right hand away. Undeterred, I
grabbed her beautifully swayed black stockinged thigh again.
*Smack!* With a loud slap, Mom hit me across the face. I turned around, my face flushed red, glaring at her equally
red face, my right hand stubbornly gripping her sexy, stockinged leg. Immediately, Mom slapped me
again , making her tremble with anger. I felt two stinging slaps on my face, tears welling in my eyes, but
I stubbornly refused to let them fall.
Mom tried to pull my right hand off her leg, but I held on tightly, refusing
to let go. We wrestled like angry children. Being only in the first year of middle school, and being weaker, I was eventually pulled away, but I
immediately and cheekily switched to my left hand, continuing to rest on Mom's stockinged leg.
"Why are you like this! You won't listen to me!" My mother, furious, slapped me twice more. I
didn't move , staring at her with red eyes, refusing to let go.
"Xu Xiangquan, you're driving me crazy!" My mother roared, suddenly standing up and striding into the kitchen, trembling with anger,
unable to speak. I sat on the sofa, head down, silent,
tears slowly streaming down my face, sobbing alone.
I don't know how long this situation of my mother in the kitchen and me in the living room lasted, until my father came home. The first thing he
saw was me crying in the living room.
"Son, what's wrong? Are you being bullied at school?"
"I scolded him for not doing well on a test," my mother replied from the kitchen. I didn't turn to look at her expression, but her
voice had regained its composure. "Just ignore him."
"Oh, okay, he's only in the first year of junior high, don't keep pressuring him," my father tried to smooth things over. Seeing the tense atmosphere, he said, "I'm going to lie down
for a bit . Call me when dinner's ready. I'm hungry, honey..."
"Okay, honey, you go rest for a bit. I'll make dinner quickly." Mom said, putting on her apron and starting to prepare
something quick. Dad also took off his smelly socks and went for a nap.
Sitting in the living room, I wiped away my tears, recalling the argument with Mom. I felt angry and wronged, not
thinking I was wrong at all. It's true! I just used Mom's stockings to masturbate, it's not illegal! The more I thought about it, the angrier
I got, I couldn't swallow it. Mom wouldn't let me use stockings, but I'd use them anyway; Mom wouldn't let me touch her thighs, but I'd touch them anyway!
As if I'd made up my mind, I sat down at my usual spot at the dining table, Dad on my right, Mom on my left
. When Mom finished cooking dinner and called Dad, the three of us pretended to eat dinner as usual. Dad told Mom about
the funny things that happened at work that day, while Mom replied only half-heartedly, seemingly a little distracted.
"..." Mom's body suddenly trembled slightly, all because of me. But Dad, who was picking up food, didn't
notice. I secretly stretched out my left foot to touch Mom's stockinged foot. While my right hand was picking up food to eat, my left hand
reached under the table to Mom's stockinged thigh, brazenly stroking it back and forth.
Mom continued eating without saying a word, but when Dad wasn't looking, she gave me a very stern look
. I just pretended not to see it and continued to touch her to my heart's content while eating. Normally, I'm lecherous, but at most I'd steal stockings to masturbate,
or steal glances at Mom's stockinged legs out of the corner of my eye. I've never had the guts to directly reach out and touch them. Now that I've made up my mind to touch them boldly,
I suddenly feel no fear at all, as if I'm declaring to Mom: I'm going to touch your legs!
Mom tried to brush my legs away, but I immediately put my hands back on them and continued to grope. After a few times, Mom gave up,
probably worried about the consequences of exposing me to Dad, so she simply ignored me and let me touch them to my heart's content.
I had never had this opportunity before, and now, as I got more and more excited, my penis was fully erect. I felt incredibly satisfied touching the stockings
; I was addicted.
Dinner, which must have been very long for Mom (too short for me), finally ended. Dad got up, humming a song contentedly
, and went to take a shower. I temporarily released my hands from Mom's thighs and started helping her clean up the dishes and put them in the sink
. This action surprised Mom a little.
"Oh, my perverted son can help with housework besides touching legs, really... what are you going to do now!
" Mom's expression, which had been contemptuous, suddenly changed. After I poured all the dishes into the sink, I
reached out from behind Mom and stuck my hands on her stockinged thighs under her tight skirt. I really looked like a pervert
.
"What exactly do you want!" Mom turned around and angrily scolded me, but she didn't dare to yell too loudly, afraid that
Dad, who had just gone to take a shower, would find out. Sure enough, Mom was thin-skinned. Even though I was the one doing something wrong, Mom was
afraid that Dad would find out, and I used this subtle psychology to attack her.
"..." I didn't say anything, just stared at Mom shamelessly, my hands resting on her stockinged thighs
without moving .
"Do you want me to give you the stockings?" Mom, who was already annoyed by me and didn't know what to do, seemed to be reluctantly
giving in. But I wanted more this time, to make Mom retreat as far as she could, like a cession.
I made up my mind and unzipped my pants, letting my already erect and red penis spring out
, slapping it hard against Mom's stockinged thigh. Startled, Mom saw that I had taken out my penis, her mouth wide open
, unable to speak, she turned around and leaned back against the sink.
"You...you..." Mom stammered, her eyes wide, unable to speak, her hands clenched tightly to her chest, extremely tense.
"I want Mom to help me masturbate." I blurted out this incredibly perverted request, my calmness almost frightening.
"Are you crazy...!" Mom almost screamed, quickly covering her mouth to stop herself from shouting.
I grabbed Mom's left hand and pulled it down, trying to make her touch my genitals. Realizing my perverted
intention , Mom resisted desperately, trying to pull her hands back to her chest. We pulled back and forth, locked in a stalemate.
At 170cm tall, I was probably no match for Mom, who was 170cm tall. If this stalemate
continued my goal would be difficult to achieve; I would need to use other methods to assist.
"If Mom doesn't help me masturbate, I'll just yell and make Dad come out and see what we're like now."
Although I was extremely excited inside, I restrained myself and threatened Mom in a calm but somewhat terrifying tone. Honestly, it was
a risky move. I was only targeting my mother because she was easily embarrassed. If she calmed down and thought things through, she would just walk away and leave me to
perform this one-woman show. When my father came out of the shower, he would probably beat me up. But now,
my mother was completely confused and couldn't think that far ahead. In her mind,
there were only two options: pull her hand back and hold it tightly, or let her loosen her grip and let me molest her. And I could tell she didn't know what to do.
Taking advantage of the moment when my mother was at a loss and her guard was down, I grabbed her hand and placed it on my penis, making
her hold my veiny shaft. Of course, my mother's hand didn't grip it tightly, it was just placed there, but
feeling the cool yet delicate touch of her palm, I stared wide-eyed at my mother's small hand on my burning penis
, and I felt so good that I wanted to shout. I gripped my mother's black-stockinged thigh tightly with my left hand, and with my right hand, I grabbed her left hand and made her put it
on my penis. Looking up at my mother's beautiful, sculpted face, her long, narrow eyes were now empty and lifeless, her focus unfocused
. As I pulled her left hand back and forth, her wavy hair swayed and danced in the air
.
Damn, this felt so good, so incredibly good! This unfilial, perverted son was forcing his mother to masturbate him. Although she didn't cooperate
, she didn't resist either. My left hand, which had initially only gripped her thigh, now reached up and squeezed her firm, stocking-clad
buttocks under her skirt, holding on tightly as if she'd discovered a treasure.
The cool, smooth sensation on my penis, combined with the stimulation of my left hand squeezing her shapely buttocks, quickly brought me to
the peak of pleasure. I tilted my head back, savoring the moment of climax, indulging my lust and letting the pleasure explode. A thick, foul-smelling stream of white semen gushed from
my glans , all of it landing on my mother's black-stockinged thighs. Wave after wave,
it stained her beautiful black-stockinged legs with the white, lustful essence.
"Oh...!" Overwhelmed with pleasure, I grabbed my mother's shapely buttocks and ejaculated for
several seconds . My mother remained in a dazed state, letting me do as I pleased, and gave up resisting. The moment I finished,
my legs gave way and I collapsed backward, finally releasing my poor mother whom I had defiled.
As I stumbled against the kitchen wall, my mother suddenly snapped back to reality. Looking at her thighs under her skirt and
the sticky semen on her hands, she abruptly turned on the tap and frantically washed her hands. Ignoring the thick,
white semen still smeared on her stockings, she desperately pushed me out.
"Get out of here! Get out!" Enraged by my defilement, my mother pushed me forcefully. Completely exhausted after ejaculating,
I was pushed out of the kitchen in a few quick steps by my mother. She then ran back to her room without looking back and
slammed the door shut.
My father, still humming a song in the shower, was completely unaware of what was happening between his son and wife outside.
===
...

For a while, without my mom watching me do my homework, I was naturally happy. I spent my evenings either watching TV or
reading comic books borrowed from the rental bookstore, completely neglecting my studies. This excessive relaxation inevitably had its consequences; my
grades plummeted in the following exams, dropping from above average to near the bottom. However, I'm not
the type to give up easily. If my mom ignored me, I decided to surprise her.
Of course, I wasn't trying to desperately get top marks for my own sake, but rather to show my mom that even if she didn't care, I
could manage. So, after the brief period of relaxation, I started studying seriously at home in the evenings. For the first
few days my mom thought I was just doing my schoolwork in the living room, but later she realized I was
reviewing my schoolwork at home. After a while, my icy mom seemed to soften a bit. My mother, who used to be an ice queen
, started occasionally meeting my gaze. Although we still didn't have a normal conversation, I could tell she wasn't
as angry with me as she had been at the beginning. She would even bring me a glass of juice or warm milk while I studied. Although
she didn't sit down to watch me study, she would sit in the living room reading books and newspapers, not turning on the TV to disturb me, letting me study quietly in the evening.
In the next term exam after that, I went from almost the bottom of the class to the top third. Although I wasn't at the very top
, it was better than before my falling out with my mother. I didn't excitedly go to my mother to show off; I just put the report card on the living room
table for her to see for herself.
During this time, I was still full of lust. I would occasionally think about my mother's beautiful legs in stockings, especially the
scene of forcing her to masturbate me last time, which was still vivid in my mind. But since we had already fallen out (even though it was my fault)
, I wanted to prove my mother wrong. So I used studying to suppress these lustful thoughts (and my mother was right about that
), focusing wholeheartedly on my studies.
A month later, in the next midterm exam, I jumped to fourth place in the class,
shocking . In everyone's eyes, I was a student who was a little clever but not very diligent; my dramatic
improvement over two consecutive months was completely unexpected. I was overjoyed when I received my report card, a smile
plastered .
That evening, I personally handed the report card to my mother. Her initial suspicious
look turned to surprise, then to joy. Even though her son was lecherous, perverted, and disobedient, a mother always
hopes her son will succeed.
"Xiaoquan is great..." My mother finally broke the ice and smiled at me. Indeed, a smiling mother is the most beautiful
.
Thinking back on what I did last time, I realized I had gone too far. Having not spoken to my mother for a while,
I didn't know what to say. I just stared blankly at her legs, clad in flesh-colored stockings,
unsure how to start a conversation.
"Mom isn't trying to force you to do anything, I just hope you study hard and become a useful person in the future. Everything else is
secondary, do you understand?" Mom said earnestly.
"I understand." This time I obediently didn't talk back.
"It's good that you're working hard, keep it up. Mom will make dinner for you." Mom smiled and patted my head
before going into the kitchen.
I didn't follow, just watched Mom turn and walk into the kitchen, looking at her long legs under the iron-gray suit skirt
, and my sexual desire, which I had suppressed for months, was suddenly aroused. After all, I had been studying really hard lately, even giving up masturbation,
and now that I was relaxing, it was really hard.
I followed Mom into the kitchen, but didn't do anything, just stared blankly at Mom's
tight .
"Mom..." I called out a little timidly.
"Hmm," Mom didn't turn around, just continued cooking. Luckily she didn't turn around, so I dared to continue what I was doing
. I walked behind my mother, took a deep breath, and gently reached out a hand to touch her stockinged thigh.
My mother was clearly startled; she trembled slightly, then tossed her hair and turned to look at me. I quickly pulled my hand
back behind my back and lowered my head, not daring to speak. My mother looked at me for a few seconds, then turned back to continue chopping vegetables. I reached out again and touched
her wonderfully smooth thigh.
My mother wasn't startled this time, but she still turned back to look at me. This time, I lowered my head, my face flushed, but I didn't pull my hand
back . I just gently touched my mother's beautiful leg, without making any further moves. My mother didn't speak, nor did she resist; she
just stared at me, watching what I wanted to do. I thought I probably had to take the initiative.
"These days, I've been studying, and I haven't had time to...do that..." I lowered my head and didn't continue.
"So, do you want Mom's stockings?" My mother's tone was a little helpless, but she didn't seem angry. After all,
after the last incident, my mother had realized that although she didn't know if I responded to gentle persuasion, I definitely wouldn't respond to force.
"I want Mom to help me... help me..." I was so embarrassed I couldn't even finish the sentence. Last time,
when I forcefully pulled Mom's hand to help me masturbate, I was incredibly forceful, but now, when I tried to talk to her gently, I was completely limp.
Mom looked at me with her willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed, not saying a word, lost in thought. I withdrew my hand and didn't
touch her again, just standing there with my head down, anxiously waiting for Mom's response.
"Xiaoquan, go back to your room first, Mom needs to wash her hands." After a long while, Mom finally responded. I looked up at
Mom with a bit of surprise, "Does that mean it's okay?" I asked uncertainly.
"Don't talk back! Just go back to your room." After saying that, she turned around and continued chopping the remaining vegetables.
I turned around and walked back to my room with a secret joy, practically skipping the few steps, thinking to myself, "Is my dream about to come true
? Is Mom going to help me masturbate?"
Back in my room, my heart was pounding, and I sat on the bed, too scared to do anything, just waiting for Mom to come. A few minutes later, Mom
pushed open the door and came in, then turned around and closed the door, and slowly sat down beside me.
"Mom, let me make this clear first. This time it's an exception because Xiaoquan is studying very hard. There won't be a next time, okay?"
Mom laid down the rules first, and I, preoccupied with the immediate reward, nodded vigorously to show that I understood.
"Take off your pants yourself." Mom commanded me .
I quickly pulled down the zipper, threw my pants and underwear aside, revealing my drooping penis, and sat back on the bed. Mom
looked at my penis, sighed softly, reached out and gently cupped my manhood, and began to gently stroke
it .
It was so exciting! Mom took the initiative to hold my penis and started stroking it. What kind of concept was this?
My originally small, shrunken penis rapidly swelled into a red sausage. In just a few seconds, it went from being a small penis held in her palm to
a huge cock that Mom's hand could barely encircle.
Seeing my male symbol so swollen, Mom raised her eyebrows, seemingly lost in thought. Her hand continued to
gently stroke my penis, making me sigh with pleasure as I tilted my head back.
"Is this comfortable?" Mom asked softly.
"Very comfortable... ah..." It really was comfortable, so comfortable that I could hardly speak. The first time Mom
willingly masturbated me was incredibly pleasurable, both psychologically and physically. Although Mom's movements weren't fast and seemed
clumsy, the simple back-and-forth stroking was already very satisfying, with waves of pleasure gradually increasing
.
I put my left hand on Mom's thigh. Mom glared at me but didn't say anything or stop me, continuing
to rub my burning hot penis and masturbate me. With her tacit permission, I gently stroked my mother's
shapely thighs in stockings, fantasizing about the size of her breasts beneath her shirt, while my lewd penis was being stroked
. The pleasure was indescribable. Legs that I had previously only been able to admire from afar were now being touched by my own hands
. Even though I had forcibly touched her thighs last time, the difference between that and being able to enjoy them so intimately was immense. I felt
incredibly fortunate.
I stared intently at her thighs covered by a thin layer of black stockings, increasingly convinced that these legs were perfect for her.
Beautiful, with long legs, and the stockings added a touch of mystery, making them incredibly alluring. My hands moved back and forth, as if afraid I would
n't be able to touch them again, trying to feel every inch of her beautiful legs through every nerve in my hands.
Under this multi-sensory stimulation, I quickly lost control, feeling myself approaching the threshold of orgasm. With difficulty,
I managed to say, "Mom...I'm almost...almost there."
"You're about to come, aren't you?" Mom asked softly, slightly increasing the speed of her stroking. I just nodded silently
, but my whole body began to tremble slightly.
Mom's hands didn't stop; she looked around for toilet paper or anything else. The only pack of
toilet paper was next to the bedside table, but I couldn't reach it without going over. Mom's face flushed slightly as she looked at my trembling, monstrous penis
. She gave up on getting the toilet paper, moved to face me, and half-squatted down, positioning my penis directly against her silk-stockinged legs
. She increased the speed of her stroking.
"Ah...ah!!" Seeing that Mom intended to let me ejaculate directly onto her stockings, catching my semen with her legs, I
couldn't hold back any longer. My lower body thrust forward, the deep red glans protruding from the foreskin, powerfully convulsing as it ejected the pent-up
, foul-smelling semen. I could still hear the splattering sounds of semen hitting the stockings, clumps of cloudy white semen
shooting directly onto my mother's stockinged thighs. My mother's hands didn't stop, my thick penis continuing to gush from her cool
palms, releasing pus-like fluids of desire, a pleasure that made me tremble. Only
after did my mother slow down, applying more pressure to squeeze out any remaining semen from my urethra.
I sighed, finally ending the incredibly pleasurable ejaculation, which had also covered the pair of black-stockinged thighs in front of me with
cloudy white semen. Once my penis had shrunk back to its original size, my mother stood up from her half-squat position, went to the bedside table, grabbed
some toilet paper, and wiped the semen off her legs to prevent dripping. Then she quickly pulled off the stockings, stained with white semen, in front of me
, held them in her hand, and pushed open the bedroom door.
"Your dad'll be back soon, hurry up and wipe yourself off." Then, as she walked out, she turned back and added, "I just said, it won't happen again." Then she turned her flushed face and
left the room. I gasped and fell back onto the bed
, savoring everything that had just happened , trying to etch this experience deeply into my mind; I could n't think of anything else. === ... Therefore, I diligently maintained my habit of studying late into the night every day. On the day I decided to test my mother's limits, I handed her a report card showing I ranked third. My mother smiled happily, encouraging me to maintain the good work next time, and even better if I could improve further. I didn't directly make a request at that moment, because my mother is easily embarrassed, and I was afraid she would refuse. So that night , when it was late and quiet, I tiptoed to the balcony, took off the stockings my mother wore to work that day, put them on my penis , and ejaculated a large amount of thick, white semen inside. Then, without cleaning up, I went straight back to my room to sleep. I thought my mother wouldn't pretend nothing was wrong; she would definitely talk to me again, but would she just tell me not to do it again? She had already said it once before, and probably knew it was just empty talk. Sure enough, the next day after school, before my father came home, my mother called me to the living room again to persuade me. "Xiaoquan, do you really have to do this?" my mother said earnestly. "Mom, what do you mean?" I feigned ignorance. "Does it have to be Mom's stockings?" After the previous incidents, Mom didn't seem too embarrassed up anymore. I guess I was slowly getting her to accept that she had a perverted son . "I have no choice, Mom won't help me, so I have to do it myself..." I pretended to be aggrieved, but my mind was already racing, trying to figure out how to handle Mom's next move. Mom sighed, seemingly thinking about something, and after a long while, she continued, "From now on, Mom will keep them in the bathroom. You can use them if you want, so I don't have to wash them again later." Hearing this, I inwardly cheered with triumph. After so much effort, I had finally crossed Mom's line...

She pushed it forward a little. I obediently nodded and said okay, thank you, Mom, but in my heart I was thinking: I want to push that
line forward even more.
So for the next few days, Mom had to wash the semen off her stockings by hand. She would occasionally remind me not to do it too
often, but I would say okay and then ejaculate into her sheer stockings again the next day. This went on
for almost a month, and Mom had started to get used to it and stopped nagging me about it. Anyway, my
grades were pretty good and I hadn't caused any other trouble, so she just let me do as I pleased.
But actually, I had already planned my next move. That day, after I got home, I took off my pants, grabbed
a pair of Mom's stockings, and started masturbating just as she was about to come home. So, when Mom opened the door and came home
, she saw her son naked, his erect penis inside her skin-colored stockings from the day before,
masturbating .
"You child!" Mom exclaimed in surprise, "What are you doing in the living room? Go to your room or somewhere else! How
can you look like this?!"
I had already anticipated Mom's reaction, and said in a pained tone, "Mom, something seems wrong with me, I
just can't get it out..."
Indeed, the penis covered by the skin-colored stockings had changed color and looked quite frightening. It was worth it for me
to have masturbated for more than ten minutes at home without ejaculating; the entire penis, covered in blue veins, was swollen and purple.
"..." Mom didn't reply when she heard me say that, but as she approached me, she looked at the
penis under the stockings with some fear. To let her see it clearly, I first pulled Mom to sit on the sofa, then pulled the stockings open with one hand, so that
she could see her son's fierce penis directly.
"I've been trying for more than an hour and still can't get it out, it's even turned purple..." I said with a pained expression, and then I
secretly let the penis twitch, which startled Mom when she saw it.
"What are you doing, kid? Get away from me!" Mom exclaimed in shock, trying to push me away by pressing her thigh against my leg. But
I stood firm, my penis pointing directly at her delicate face.
"My penis is about to break, Mom, help me..." I pleaded in a pained tone. Honestly, my acting was terrible.
If masturbation could cause such damage, people would probably break their penises every day. But I was betting that Mom
was thin-skinned , so I just pulled my penis out and left her with nowhere to retreat. Maybe that would have some unexpected effect.
"Then what should we do..." Mom asked timidly, not daring to look directly at my erect penis. Seeing a glimmer of hope,
I continued to feign pain, saying, "I think I can get it done right away once I see Mom's breasts."
Mom looked up at me in disbelief. I just pretended to be in pain as I
masturbated purplish penis felt even larger, roughly fourteen or fifteen centimeters long. Seeing
her first-year middle school son with such an enormous penis beyond his years was clearly a shock to her.
Mom's beautiful face was filled with bewilderment, her eyes filled with confusion and fear.
As , she slowly unbuttoned two buttons of her white shirt, revealing the magnificent hemispheres of her breasts.
Beneath the pink lace bra were two fleshy mounds of snow-white skin, with clearly visible capillaries beneath the thin skin; the two E-
cup breasts formed a deep, unseen valley, making one want to bury their head deep within them and inhale the rich scent of
milk.
"That's...that's fine..." After unbuttoning two buttons, Mom helplessly supported herself on the sofa with her hands, looking completely at
my mercy. Although her bra wasn't off, I could see the alluring upper half of her breasts
, which had nurtured me, almost bursting out of the pink lace bra—a provocative sight that was incredibly exciting.
I, who had already been struggling to endure, finally couldn't resist seeing Mom making such a great sacrifice for me, revealing the mysterious
cleavage beneath her white shirt. I thrust my swollen penis forcefully, making a final sprint, and ejaculated my
foul-smelling semen onto Mom's face.
"Smack!" The first spurt of semen hit Mom's fair face, making a sound as it hit her skin
. In that instant, I suddenly reached out with my left hand, forcefully pushing down Mom's pink bra, causing
her large breasts to bounce out, and then my palm gripped Mom's firm right breast tightly. Stunned and speechless, my mother
had no time to react. I could only grasp her sexy breasts, watching as streams of semen gushed
from my penis, landing on her alluring breasts.
Standing above her, I looked down at her breasts, her fair skin completely stained by my thick fluid. Her
two squeezed breasts—her right breast in my hand, enjoying its smooth, supple texture, and her left breast
defying the laws of physics, its small, adorable pink nipple standing proudly
atop . My right hand rubbed my penis, releasing streams of my own desire into her, while my left hand simultaneously
squeezed her tempting breasts, causing her other breast to tremble violently under my touch,
almost making my soul tremble. Her breasts, of perfect size and shape, were covered in my lust for her body, and I
ejaculated what was arguably the most semen I had ever produced in my life.
My mother, her breasts utterly defiled by me, her face smeared with semen from my direct ejaculation, stared blankly as I released
my desire. After I ejaculated, I finally collapsed, exhausted, onto the living room table, releasing my grip on her breasts
. Her breasts were pushed out of her bra, revealing
just how shape, size, elasticity, and pale pink nipples were completely unlike
what a 36-year-old mother who had given birth should have; her large breasts, slim waist, and shapely buttocks made her look like a fatally alluring 20-year-old lingerie model
.
After I released her breasts, her consciousness gradually returned, her gaze shifting from empty helplessness to
shame and anger, her stare at me completely different from before.
"Slap!" Before she could even put her breasts back in her bra, she stood up and slapped me hard across the face. I couldn't
dodge a burning sensation on my cheek. Looking up, I was met with the sight of my mother's beautiful breasts, now stained with her semen.
"Get out of here!" Ignoring the throbbing of her breasts, my mother roared at me,
"Xu Xiangquan, what do you take me for? You unfilial son, do you still consider me your mother?!"
"I..." I only managed to utter one word before another swift slap landed on my left cheek. I covered my left cheek, my mouth slightly open,
unable to speak. I had originally thought that by using both soft and hard tactics to win over my mother, she would eventually cross my line, and even after I had just finished slapping her
face and breasts, I still thought so. It wasn't until she came to her senses and slapped me that I realized
how wrong I was.
"Get out of here! I don't have a son like you! Get out!" My mother was frantically slapping me across the face again and again
. I guiltily dodged her, but she pressed closer, her bare breasts slapping against me, forcing me to retreat all the way
to the door .
"Get out!" she yelled angrily at me again, her face flushed red. Forced to the door, I didn't say anything, just
opened the door, glanced back at my mother, and then left without looking back.
=== ... For the first time in my life, I left home on my own. I couldn't say whether it was out of shame, anger, disappointment, or something else; I just felt I couldn't stay home in this situation. Do I not love my mother? I still love her very much, but thinking back to that day, I felt impulsive, eagerly seeking her out to release my desires, only to be kicked out of the house as a perverted and unfilial son… Was my mother too cold-blooded, or was I too much? I wandered aimlessly through the streets, not intending to go anywhere. At night, I'd find a place to sleep in a park or at a bus station. I ate bread with the one bill in my pocket, and drank water from the readily available water dispensers. As I wandered aimlessly, I reflected on what I had done to my mother lately. Even now, I can still say I don't regret it. It started as simply releasing physical needs, but gradually developed into projecting inappropriate desires onto my mother. Although I didn't yet know that releasing desires onto my mother was incest, a violation of morality and ethics , I vaguely knew it was wrong. The more I knew it was wrong, the more I wanted to do it, especially since the object was my beautiful and sexy mother. Just looking at her silk-stockinged legs and high breasts was enough to arouse my desire; being aroused by such an alluring body but having nowhere to release that desire was unbearable. My mother's rejection was actually expected, after all, I knew this shouldn't happen. But being rejected and slapped like a venomous snake made me feel like an enemy in my mother's eyes, which was unbearable and made me feel utterly ashamed. I am lustful, I like my mother, I think her body is beautiful, but I don't want my mother to hate me like this. After all, she is still my mother! It's just that I can't find a balance between desire and ethics. I wanted to push in my mother's direction , but in the end, it backfired and knocked everything down. I angered my mother to the point of outburst, and in my despair , the only way I could think of was leaving home. My parents, classmates, and teachers must have been very worried. A skinny thirteen-year-old boy had run away from home without a word, without even taking any luggage. They might have thought I'd been kidnapped. I wandered aimlessly for several days before being found by the local police. Seeing me, a dirty, smelly kid , sitting in the park, they took me to the police station. It turned out I was my father, who had been searching for me for days after the missing person report. Exhausted, he led me home from the police station, telling me my mother was waiting for me. I imagined my strict mother scolding me when I got home, probably slapping me. With a nervous heart, I pushed open the door. My mother, who had been waiting on the sofa, jumped up and rushed to the door upon hearing it open. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for her signature angry slap, but to my surprise, she rushed over and hugged me tightly, sobbing uncontrollably. "Alright, it's good that our son is back. I'm going to lie down for a bit; I haven't slept well for days..." Dad yawned and went back to his room to rest. Mom held me tightly, and after wandering around for days without returning home, the scent of her neck made me a little restless... Why was I already thinking about this as soon as I got back? "Xiaoquan, you're back!" Mom finally let go of me, cupping my face in her hands and saying tenderly. Her beautiful face was streaked with tears, and her swollen eyes were clearly not closed for days, except for crying. "Mom, I'm sorry, I'm back..." I said weakly, with an apology, but I couldn't quite put my finger on whether the apology was for running away from home or for my disrespectful behavior towards Mom. "Don't leave Mom again, Mom was so worried, you know?" Mom hugged me tightly again, her soft, large breasts pressing against my chest, making it a little hard to breathe, but the feeling was sweet. "I know, I won't do it again..." I reached out and hugged Mom back, and the two of us embraced tightly in the entryway . After a long while, Mom finally let go of me again, looking at me carefully and tenderly, and said, "You haven't had a bath for days , have you? Come on, let Mom help you wash up." I was a little surprised to hear Mom say this, after all, I'm not a baby anymore, and I'd forgotten when . But the current situation was special, and I had no reason to refuse (I wouldn't refuse such a perk, would I?) . After entering the bathroom, Mom turned on the hot water and started helping me take off my dirty clothes that I hadn't changed in days. Actually, I could have done the bath myself, but Mom seemed a little strange now, you could say unusually enthusiastic. Maybe my running away from home had really hit her too hard. Mom took off her gray sheer stockings and threw them in the laundry basket, but she didn't take off her work suit. She started rinsing my naked body with the showerhead, my dirty penis swaying under the water. The water sprayed all over me, and soon Mom was also soaked. Mom glanced at herself, then began unbuttoning her white shirt , removing her top and skirt suit and tossing them into the laundry basket, leaving her only in a dark blue silk bra and lace panties. Seeing Mom wearing only a few pieces of fabric barely covering her body, I couldn't help but feel inappropriate, . Especially her 34E breasts hidden under the bra, her slender waist, and her pert, shapely buttocks—the visual impact on me was indescribable. My previously swaying penis began to gradually rise, quickly becoming erect and bulging with veins. I looked at Mom a little embarrassed; after all, it was inappropriate to have such . But this time, Mom only frowned slightly before calmly continuing to use...

She lathered my body with shower gel, scrubbing every inch from head to toe. Just as she was about to apply it to my erect penis
, Mom moved behind me, gently cupping my penis and testicles in her hands, caressing
them with incredibly light touches.
"Ah...ah..." It felt so good, so good that I couldn't help but moan. Mom's delicate hands continued
their soft movements, her upper body pressed gently against my back. Even through the silk bra, I could feel
the fullness of her breasts; it was truly blissful.
I didn't speak, simply enjoying Mom's series of actions as she "washed" my penis, my body trembling slightly with pleasure
. With my eyes closed, I suddenly felt a different sensation on my penis. Opening my eyes and looking down, I saw
Mom had put the gray sheer stockings she had just taken off over my penis and was gently stroking it back and forth.
"Mom, what are you doing..."
"Xiaoquan likes using Mom's stockings, doesn't he? Use them whenever you want. Mom doesn't blame you anymore..." Mom's voice
was filled with obvious apology. She was clearly feeling guilty for scolding and hitting me before, which forced me to run away from home. So
now she was making it up to me and letting me enjoy myself.
I've used Mom's stockings to masturbate many times, but having Mom personally put stockings on my penis and masturbate
was unprecedented. Looking down at her fair and delicate hands holding my penis, which was covered in gray nylon stockings, and moving it back and forth,
feeling the stimulating sensation from the glans and shaft, I felt so happy. If running away from home could bring me such attentive service from
Mom , then I really wanted to run away from home a lot more times.
While I was still lost in thought, Mom quietly took off her bra behind me, and her flesh-on-flesh, elastic
, and incredibly soft snow-white breasts rubbed against my back, making me feel all my nerves and senses suddenly concentrated on
my back.
"Just this once, let Koizumi feel good..." My mother's voice shifted from apology to a sticky, seductive tone, sounding
like celestial music to my ears. The sensation on my penis, the elasticity of her breasts against my back, and my mother's beautiful voice—
multiple sensory stimuli assaulted me, making it unbearable. A wave of pleasure surged from the tip of my penis like an electric current through my body, stimulating my brain and then transmitting the command to my swollen genitals, causing them to release hot, pungent male fluids within
the stockings and my mother's delicate hands . My mother felt the pulsation of my penis and gripped it even tighter , moving it back and forth, allowing me to fully enjoy the wonderful process of orgasm, and letting her hands feel every excited tremor of that huge penis. "Is this too good? Too much?" This strange thought popped into my head as I was speechless with pleasure . But it was quickly overwhelmed by wave after wave of pleasure, leaving me completely unable to think. Several powerful ejaculations throbbed violently in my mother's hands, finally ending after a long while, leaving me so overwhelmed with pleasure that my legs gave way and I collapsed to my knees. My mother immediately held me tightly, preventing me from falling to the ground. She then removed the soaking wet grey sheer stockings from my penis and tossed them aside. She helped me into the bathtub and, with her breasts—those I had always dreamed of—helped me, exhausted and unable to move, wash myself in the tub. I wearily stared at my mother 's beautiful , large, pinkish-white breasts and the erect, deep red nipples . Although I wanted to look a little longer, sleep gradually enveloped me, until I closed my eyes and fell asleep in the warm tub. === ... So, although I still wanted to get more from my mother and vent more of my misguided lust for her, I was afraid that pushing her too far would lead to nothing, so I remained well-behaved for a while and didn't do anything excessive. Every day after showering, my mother would throw the stockings she had changed out of for work into the laundry basket, and I would then take them and ejaculate inside them. This desecration day after day began to grow my appetite, and I gradually wanted to satisfy myself. But on the day I came back, my mother shamelessly masturbated me, which greatly exceeded her own moral bottom line. My mother also said that it was only that one time, and although she was no longer as strict with me as before, it was impossible for her to actively satisfy my lust. So I always wanted to find an opportunity to test my mother's bottom line again. But this time I couldn't go too far, at least I couldn't suddenly force my mother to do something against her will, like last time when I suddenly took out her big breasts and rubbed them wildly, which would be a very dangerous move. Day after day passed, and I had entered the second year of junior high school. Although my height is still only 162 cm, my penis has grown to 16 cm in length through diligent exercise. When I look in the mirror, I think my height and penis proportions look a bit comical, like a monkey with its tail in front. I don't know if it will grow any longer, but I'd rather be taller! Compared to my 170 cm tall mother, I'm still a complete little brat standing next to her. Maybe my mother has always thought of me as a child who will never grow up. That morning, I had a cold and fever. I was supposed to change clothes, have breakfast, and go to school as usual, but after getting up, I felt weak all over and something was wrong. I sat on the edge of the bed, not moving, and didn't want to get up. My mother saw that I hadn't gotten up, knocked on my door, and came in . When she saw me, she touched my forehead and realized that I had a fever. My mother made breakfast and put it in my room, told me to rest at home, and then called my teacher to ask for leave for me before going back to her room to change clothes and get ready for work. I really felt unwell with the fever, and for some reason, I wandered out of my room aimlessly. Dad had already gone to work , leaving only Mom for me. Without knocking, I pushed open her bedroom door and went in. Mom was startled, but when she saw me walking in looking unwell, she didn't scold me for not knocking. She was halfway through changing, just putting on her black semi-transparent pantyhose for work; you could vaguely see sexy red lace panties . She was only wearing a matching red satin bra, barely concealing her full, white breasts. My legs were weak from the cold, and I stumbled behind her, weakly hugging her, saying, "Mom, I don't feel well , please don't go to work..." Mom trembled slightly from my hug, but calmly said, "Xiao Quan, be good, stay home and rest."

"Mom, go home and see if Xiaoquan is feeling better. Should I take you to see a doctor?"
"No, I just want Mom to stay home with me." I hugged Mom tightly from behind and said coquettishly.
"You're such a big kid and you're still acting like a child, really..." Mom said, both amused and annoyed. But at that moment,
Mom suddenly felt that my soft penis, which was only wearing boxer shorts, had somehow become erect and sticky,
protruding from under my boxer shorts and sticking out onto Mom's stockings and buttocks, leaving Mom a little unsure of what to do. In
a feverish state, an uncontrollable erection was probably not something I wanted. After all, it's a normal
physiological reaction when you're sick, because in a crisis, the reproductive instinct tells the body to preserve genes, so the sex organs will become erect, ready for
sexual intercourse... Of course, I found this out later; I wouldn't have known when I was so sick.
The inexplicable erection filled me with shame. I was already uncomfortable, yet I still felt desire for my mother while she was changing clothes
. Was I really so lustful that I'd risk my life?
"Mom, I'm sorry... I don't know why this happened," I said, clinging to her from behind. Just as I was about to let go
, a wave of dizziness washed over me, and I fell backward to the floor. My mother was startled and quickly helped me up, not caring that I wasn't fully
dressed , and staggered to help me back to the room, intending to lay me back on the bed. When we reached the bed, my legs gave way
, and I pulled my mother, who was supporting me, down onto the bed as well. My mother cried out and fell with me. I held her
tightly , preventing her from leaving, leaving her trapped face-to-face on the bed, unable to move.
"Xiaoquan, be good, let go of Mommy, okay?"
I didn't speak, just shook my head groggily, my eyes hazy, continuing to hold Mommy tightly. Her
E-cup breasts under her red bra pressed against my chest, and the black semi-transparent stockings she wore rubbed against my legs, the delicate
touch feeling incredibly comfortable. As if driven by instinct, I supported my erection with my mother, swaying back and forth slightly
, unconsciously seeking stimulation by pressing my penis against her lower abdomen. Perhaps her stomach was a little uncomfortable from the pressure, Mommy
kept twisting and trying to break free from my embrace. But just before she could escape, I grabbed one of her hands, stubbornly
refusing to let go.
"Mommy, help me..." I blurted out in a daze, slightly raising my lower body, letting Mommy see the
tent that had been erected, even the tip already wet with pre-ejaculate. I couldn't see my mother's expression clearly, but I vaguely
knew she paused to think for a moment, then took off my boxer shorts and
gently began to stroke my erect penis with her slender hands.
"Oh..." I unconsciously groaned in pleasure while still lying down. I didn't know if my mother was giving me
this , or if she had some other idea, but in any case, I felt like I had gotten a good deal. I tried
to lift my head and look at my mother. I saw her face slightly flushed as she looked at me, her beautiful, slender eyes blinking, her lively gaze seeming
to be telling me something.
"Is this comfortable?" my mother asked softly.
"Mmm... ah..." I couldn't answer, but with my incredibly beautiful mother wearing only a red
lace bra, leaning close to me and masturbating me, it was impossible for it not to be comfortable.
My mother gently used the skillful touch of her fingers to rub my penis, stroking it up and down, and occasionally stimulating
my swollen glans with her fingers, making me feel even more comfortable. My mother's fingers, long and slender, were beautiful and moved
with surprising dexterity as she masturbated me. My penis trembled with intense pleasure as her hands moved up and down . My large, egg-shaped glans was sometimes covered by her palm, and sometimes it sprang out completely. This scene felt like a dream, so pleasurable that I didn't want to stop. My previously dazed mind was gradually filled with lustful desire, and I wanted more from my mother. Taking advantage of my fever and knowing that my mother wouldn't confront me, I straightened my lower body and pointed at her, saying of lust, "Mom, give me a blowjob..." When my mother heard this, her eyes widened and her entire upper body trembled. I had only read about oral sex in erotic novels that my classmates had given me, and I only knew that it must be pleasurable, but I couldn't and couldn't find anyone to prove it. Now, like a drunkard using alcohol to embolden himself (or feigning illness to act crazy), I took the opportunity to ask my mother for help, but I had no confidence at all. But now that I 'm sick , at most I'll just get scolded, I probably won't get slapped. Mom looked at my glans, which was already covered in pre-ejaculate, and continued to stroke it while thinking. As if she mind, she pushed my foreskin all the way back to expose the entire purplish-red glans. Then she opened her sexy little mouth and slowly swallowed my penis . "Oh...!" I groaned in ecstasy, staring wide-eyed at this lewd scene in disbelief. Mom made a circle with her slender index finger and thumb, encircling the base of my penis, and began to swallow and spit out my penis with her mouth. Because her mouth was small, you could see that Mom had to work hard to open her mouth as wide as possible to swallow my rather large penis. Her red lips tightly covered my shaft, sliding back and forth slowly. And her nimble tongue began to lick my glans. Sometimes it licked the groove around the glans, sometimes it licked the urethral opening, stimulating me as if trying to open the urethra . At first, her sexy red lips only enveloped the head of my penis, but then they began to move vigorously back and forth, swallowing the entire shaft into her throat and sucking on it forcefully, as if it were something delicious, making smacking sounds. Not only that , Mom also turned her head from side to side, changing the angle, like a spiral, moving my penis left and right. This feeling was beyond words. I, who should have been drowsy, was gradually awakened by the pleasure coming from my groin. I reached out and gently stroked Mom's wavy brown hair, then placed my hand on her cheek , feeling incredibly satisfied. My mother's bright eyes glanced at me like a little imp, then she used her hot, nimble tongue to swirl around my penis. She then released it, sucking on my burning shaft like a leech from the side, while one hand caressed my heavy She said softly, "It's because Xiaoquan is sick that he's like this. I feel sorry for my son..." I couldn't help but reach out and grab at the air, as if trying to grasp something. Seeing this, my mother understood. While still sucking on my penis, she removed her bra, then guided my hands to grasp her beautiful breasts. Beyond the snow-white...

Big and firm, my hands grasped her 34E breasts, moving my fingers to
deform . Two deep red nipples stood erect, enticing me to tease them.
As if unable to bear the stimulation any longer, I swayed my hips back and forth, letting my penis
slide in and out . Because that weapon was far too thick and large for her small mouth, she had to use her hand to hold
the base of my penis to prevent me from shoving the entire thing into her mouth. My mother swallowed, enduring
the impact of that iron rod against her throat, her white breasts also subjected to my claws, leaving scratches on her delicate skin.
Defilement of my mother's small mouth filled me with uncontrollable excitement.
I pressed down on the back of my mother's head and thrust back and forth. She held my scrotum in one hand and gripped the shaft tightly with the other, her mouth sucking on my glans
like a vacuum. Finally, I reached the peak
of my pleasure, letting out a shout as I thrust my penis into her mouth. My thick, hot penis jerked violently, spurting a stream of semen from the tip
like her mouth. Her mouth couldn't hold all the semen, and
it began to overflow.
She tried to spit it out, but with her head pinned down, she couldn't move. Caught between two options, she let my penis penetrate deeper
, sucking the semen into her mouth. I gritted my teeth, gripping her firm breasts as if searching for
a point of leverage, releasing waves of pent-up desire that erupted into her cute little mouth. She was half-forced
to swallow all the semen.
Finally, the intense ejaculation ended. I released my grip on my mother's breasts and collapsed weakly onto the bed, panting heavily.
My mother, her face flushed, swallowed the last mouthful of semen, then wiped her mouth and gently patted my shrinking penis. I let out a soft cry of pain
, and my mother said with a hint of anger, "You stupid son! You made me swallow it all!"
She looked down at her large, white breasts, red and marked with finger marks from being pinched, slapped my forehead, and then pinched
my cheek hard, continuing, "I thought I'd let you be a little wild because I was sick, but you've made me like this! I won't let you do it again
!"
"Ugh..." I lay there weakly, groaning, unable to resist, just trying to calm my breathing after the orgasm, not daring
to talk back to my mother. Seeing that I was exhausted, my mother quickly put on her bra, covered me with the blanket, and quietly retreated to the door as I drifted off to sleep
. After glancing back at me one last time, she closed the door and left my room.
I've always struggled to understand my mother's attitude towards my repeated harassment. Sometimes she's warm and gentle like
a lover, but when she turns on me, she's a stern, icy beauty, an untouchable, sacred mother. Each time I think things are
progressing , she seems to forget everything the next day, desperately trying to avoid any more unethical playful games between us.
The day after she gave me oral sex and I ejaculated, I, with a fever and a cold that had subsided, affectionately hugged her from behind. She quickly
pushed me away and gave me a "don't do that" look.
I really don't understand.
Which is the real mother—the one who puts stockings on my penis and masturbates, the one who sucks my penis until I ejaculate
, or the one who pushes me away, slaps me, and tells me to study hard and not have such thoughts? I
still don't understand what my mother is thinking. She went abroad for three
weeks . During this time, my dad and I lived alone at home. We bought meals from convenience stores, bento shops, fast food restaurants
, or cooked instant noodles with eggs and vegetables. While my mom was away, I still habitually stole her stockings to
masturbate. When the ones in the bathroom ran out, I'd steal them from her closet, then stuff the sticky semen at the bottom of the laundry basket.
After more than ten days, the bottom of the laundry basket was overflowing with our dirty clothes and sticky, stiff stockings of various colors. I had to
start throwing the ones that needed to be thrown into the washing machine, and hand-washing the ones that needed to be hand-washed, then hanging them in a secluded corner on the balcony. Actually, my dad
probably wouldn't go to the balcony anyway; I could just give him the clothes that were drying.
The days passed by, and time without my mom felt incredibly long. Her beautiful
face, flowing wavy hair, curvaceous figure, and alluring long legs clad in various stockings often floated into my mind. I
searched online for all sorts of incestuous stories about mothers and sons, and when I got really aroused, I could only masturbate with my mother's stockings
until I ejaculated. I kept thinking that if my mother were home, I would definitely find a way to sleep with her. But then I thought it was unlikely.
The mothers in those stories were all hooked up in no time, some even throwing themselves at me. Why couldn't my mother do that? It was like there was always a wall between us
.
But I was certain that I wasn't satisfied with just these fiery sex games with my mother. I wanted to have real sex with
her , to thrust my penis into her body and experience ecstasy with her. But I couldn't think of any way
to achieve that, I just couldn't think of anything... My mother was just too unpredictable!
The day my mother finished her studies and flew back, it was already late at night. As soon as she got home and put down her luggage, I pounced on her and hugged
her tightly, inhaling her breath. My mother, whom I hadn't seen for a long time, seemed to enjoy my affection. We had once been a
mother and son who almost crossed the line of ethics, but finally, we felt a bit of normal kinship again.
"Mom, I missed you so much." Being shorter, I nestled against my mother's chest like a child, and the two of us
hugged in the living room.
"I missed Xiaoquan too," my mother said, patting my head, pulling me into her arms, and kissing my head. "You're my
precious son."
"Mom, I missed you, and I also missed... um..." I said shyly, using my coquettishness as an excuse.
"Does anyone want a present?" my mother asked with a smile.
I didn't answer, but instead started rubbing my already secretly erect penis between
my mother .
My mother looked like she couldn't stand me anymore; she would have pushed me away long ago. But I'd figured
out the pattern of our interactions: there had to be a good opportunity. Whether it was convincing her with good grades, making
her feel guilty when I returned from running away from home, or taking advantage of her maternal love when I was sick, there always had to be a medium to persuade her to
temporarily cross that line and give me some relief. So even though I failed dozens of times and only succeeded a few times, and each failure was quite devastating
, and my relationship with my mother cooled down immediately, I felt that today, after not seeing her for so long, I had a chance to succeed.
When Mom saw me making lewd gestures towards her, she didn't get angry and push me away as usual. Instead, she continued
to hold my head and asked, "Xiaoquan, do you miss Mom too much?"
"Yes, I miss Mom a lot." I stopped my lewd actions and looked up at Mom.
There were , and it was hard to pinpoint the specific meaning. After several quiet seconds, Mom asked, "Is your dad asleep
?"
"He's been asleep for an hour or two, I think," I replied. Could it be that things were going well...?
Mom didn't say anything. She just put down her luggage, then took my hand and led me to my room. She patted the edge of the bed and sat
down , making me sit down as well. Then, Mom asked softly, "So, Xiaoquan, what do you want to do..."
Actually, I had already thought about what I would do if I got caught up in this situation. I laid my mother down on my bed. She said,
a little confused, "You don't want Mom to help you..."
"Mom, don't move, let me do it myself," I said, seeking her opinion with my eyes. She turned her head slightly
, then nodded gently in agreement. Unable to contain my excitement, I looked up at my mother lying on the bed and reached out with
trembling hands to unbutton her purple silk blouse. My mother trembled slightly, but turned her head away without stopping me.
After unbuttoning all the buttons, her beautiful figure under the blouse was almost impossible to hide. Her light blue bra barely supported
her sexy breasts. I wanted to pull the bra down, but my mother reached out and blocked me, preventing me from taking it off.
Although I was a little disappointed, I hadn't expected to cross such a line so much today.
I shifted my focus and pulled down my mother's tight skirt, revealing pinkish-white stockings and purple
silk . Excited, I immediately pressed myself against my mother, burying my face in her deep cleavage
and inhaling her rich, milky scent. Then, in a flurry, I pulled down my pants
and inserted my already erect penis between her stockings, beginning to thrust back and forth.
I'd never had sex before, but from erotic novels, I'd learned that it involved the male's penis penetrating the woman's
vagina . Even though we were separated by stockings and underwear, I'd long wanted to try this
, to experience the sensation of penetration through the fabric.
My mother clearly knew what I was doing, but she simply blushed and turned her head away, not stopping me. Encouraged by her
tacit approval , I reached for her breasts and gently rubbed her white breasts through her bra
. My mother trembled slightly, but having already refused my offer to remove her bra, she didn't seem inclined to stop me from touching her breasts
. I enjoyed the feel of her soft breasts, which I could only touch halfway, while my thick, erect penis rubbed against her thin, pinkish-white stockings with slow,
thrusting movements, experiencing a slightly painful yet incredibly pleasurable sensation.
My mother, seemingly unable to bear my tickling, rubbed her legs together. I moved my
feet, pressing against her, making direct contact with her stockinged legs, letting my skin touch and rub against her
warm , sexy, stocking-clad legs. My mother seemed
to enjoy this rubbing, increasing the intensity of my movements, alternating with mine, letting me enjoy this "stocking-clad leg service"—it was so pleasurable
I didn't know what to do.
My penis thrust back and forth at the highest point of the seam of my mother's stockings. Because it was thrusting right outside her most sensitive opening
, after only a few thrusts, I could already vaguely feel the warm, damp air seeping through her panties and stockings. Having read many
erotic novels, I knew that my mother must have felt some pleasure to have this wet feeling. The novels described it as
vaginal fluid, honey, or nectar—basically, a liquid that appears when a woman feels the urge to mate.
As my hot penis thrust in, my mother, who had been turning her head away, turned to look at me. A faint blush
rose , and her long, delicate eyes stared at me, watery, as if trying to tell me something. I
looked down at my beautiful mother with passionate intensity, my heart filled with tenderness mixed with immoral lust. I wanted to penetrate her hard, but
I knew now wasn't the time.
I sat up slightly, and my mother looked at me with confusion. Then I turned her over, quickly lay down
on top of her, and pressed my burning-hot penis between her legs. My lower abdomen slammed against her pinkish-white buttocks,
and through her stockings and panties, my erect penis pounded against her vulva.
"Ah..." Mom buried her face in the bed, trying not to make a sound, but a weak, sweet
moan escaped her lips. That alluring sound further stimulated my movements, causing me to sway my hips, letting my egg-sized glans rise and fall between Mom's
stockinged legs, slowly but powerfully thrusting. The pre-ejaculate flowing from my urethra had already
soaked the triangle between her thighs and genitals. I could feel Mom's vaginal fluid seeping through the crotch of her thin, pinkish-white pantyhose
, mingling with the secretions from my glans.
The scene was utterly lewd: the sexy mother lay face down on the bed,
covered ; the thin son, naked, pressed down on her, his thick, long penis
thrusting back and forth between the top edge of her stockinged legs, almost like they were having sex. The mother couldn't help but let out sweet moans, while the son growled, enjoying the pleasure of this immoral act between
mother and son . Such lewd behavior has completely blurred the lines between incest and morality.
Excited and driven by lust, I placed my hands on my mother's stockinged buttocks, kneading and squeezing them as if they were easy-
to-knead mochi. My mother had a large, perky 36-inch bottom, yet a slender 24-inch waist, which
swayed uncontrollably from side to side under my kneading and thrusting, further stimulating my already taut senses. My hands spread wide,
carefully caressing my mother's sexy buttocks, wanting to savor those stockinged buttocks, feeling every inch of their silky smoothness. Completely unable to resist, I grabbed the waistband of my mother's stockings and pulled them down forcefully, revealing eighty percent of her
snow-white, elastic buttocks . My mother suddenly realized and grabbed the stockings that were about to be torn off, pulling them back up as if in a struggle. "Xiaoquan, you can't do that! If you do that, Mom won't talk to you anymore!" My mother turned her head, her eyes sternly warning me. I was initially discouraged, thinking I could finally conquer her, but then my mother dampened my spirits again. Still at the peak of my sexual desire , I could only vent my anger on my mother within permissible limits. I reached my hands to my mother's chest, slipped them inside her bra, and let her large breasts press down on my hands, pressing...

Using her firm breasts as leverage, I thrust my lower body forward and backward with all my might. If it weren't for the two layers of fabric, my thick penis would
surely have been fully inserted into her vagina.
"Ah...!" My mother felt my rough impact and couldn't bear it, letting out a startled cry. I
held my mother's beautiful breasts tightly, my lower abdomen slamming against her stockinged buttocks. Finally, after what seemed like the umpteenth time of
violent thrusting, I slammed my penis against her vaginal opening through the stockings, ejaculating a torrent of white fluid like a cannonball.
The friction against her vagina must have given her some kind of pleasure. I felt the tingling sensation on my glans
, and with each contraction of my muscles, I released hot semen, slapping it against my mother's lower body, causing my whole body to spasm with pleasure.
At the same time as I ejaculated, my mind was filled with sadistic pleasure and resentment at being rejected by my mother, all of which shot out with the essence of lust
outside her vagina.
Exhausted, I collapsed onto my mother's back, panting heavily. "Mom...that felt so good!"
My mother, having endured my onslaught, sighed and said, "That's good. Get down, Mom needs to clean
up ."
So I rolled over to the side, too tired to move, and lay on my back on the bed. My mother got up and put her bra, which I had
almost pulled down, back on to cover her half-exposed, white breast. She looked at her messy genitals
, smiled wryly, and took off her soaking wet stockings. She was about to take off her equally wet underwear, but seeing me still
lying there, she was clearly embarrassed and went straight out of the room into the bathroom.
Lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, I was physically satisfied, but emotionally disappointed. What satisfied me was that my mother had allowed me
to release my pent-up desires, ejaculating thick, powerful semen through her stockings and underwear. Disappointingly, I
was about to pull down my mother's stockings and penetrate her beautiful body from behind, but she stopped me and
warned : if I did that again, she wouldn't talk to me anymore.
I really don't know where this immoral and lewd play ends, or if it will ever reach...
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The next Saturday morning, while my father went out to visit relatives in the countryside and my mother was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, I
tiptoed up from behind and placed my hands on my mother's buttocks, wanting to relive the feeling from yesterday. "Good morning, Mom!
"...
Unsurprisingly, my mother turned around and gave me a stern look. Whenever I wanted to strike while the iron was hot,
my mother would always cool down and pour cold water on me.
"Xiaoquan, don't do that."
A cold sentence made me automatically withdraw my hands. Always hot and cold, it's really unbearable.
"Mom, weren't we doing well yesterday?" I asked expectantly.
"That's...that's because Mom's been away from home for too long...anyway, anyway, that's not right." Mom sighed,
put down the half-cut ham she was holding, and turned to say, "This is really not good, you know?"
I didn't speak, nor did I nod or shake my head, I just stared intently at Mom, as if I could see something.
"Where's your dad?" Mom wiped her hands on her apron.
"He went out," I answered absentmindedly.
"Sigh..." She sighed, took off her apron, and led me to sit down in the living room. The weather was nice that morning,
perfect going out. But after what happened yesterday, all I wanted was to stay home and relive that
passion with Mom.
"Son, do you have someone you like at school?" Mom asked me with concern.
"No, all the girls at school are young girls, I don't like them." I looked at the person next to me, not really wanting to answer the question.
"You're in the second year of junior high, Mom won't interfere if you date or anything, Mom is very open-minded, you know?"
"You're not open-minded at all! I just touched you and you get angry, you get angry every time." I complained, slightly annoyed.
"I just don't understand why you keep touching Mom," Mom asked, tilting her head. Actually, it's not that I can't understand
; she's a traditional woman, quite strict, and she controls me very tightly, down to the smallest details of my life. My
constant attempts to push her in the wrong direction, like incestuous relationships, are far beyond her existing conservative thinking.
Especially yesterday, when I almost penetrated her, she might have been frightened, which is why she's acting coldly today
.
"It was wrong of me to pull down Mom's stockings yesterday; I won't do it again." Since I sensed Mom was bothered by yesterday's
incident, I quickly apologized.
"It's not just that..." Mom shook her head, her brow furrowed. "It was wrong from the beginning, you know?
"
"What's wrong with that? I was just hugging Mom, nothing more," I stubbornly argued. "
It's very wrong. It violates moral principles; it's very serious. People will laugh at you if you tell them," Mom
said earnestly.
"We didn't do anything. I didn't have sex with Mom, and I didn't penetrate her. Besides, even if we did
, we didn't tell anyone, so no one knows. What's there to be nervous about?" I stared intently into Mom's long, beautiful eyes
and began to defend myself with explicit language.
Mom was clearly very nervous when she heard the words "sex" and "penetration," and her voice unconsciously rose: "
Where did you learn these words? You're so young, how would you understand these things?"
"My classmates all know about it." I was telling the truth. Although none of my classmates probably had experience,
many had secretly watched porn or read erotic novels, and we often secretly discussed these kinds of adult topics at school. Of course,
incest is another matter. I did a lot of research online and found that many people actually had the same thoughts as me
. However, nine and a half out of ten articles were fake, or just wishful thinking. I
guess there aren't many people who have crossed the line like me.
"Everyone knows that, but do you know that doing this to Mom is incest? Do you know what incest is?" Mom cut straight to the word
"incest ," seemingly ready to confront me directly.
"Incest is having sex with Mom, inserting your penis into Mom, and then ejaculating inside her." I calmly uttered
these lewd words, clearly giving Mom another verbal shock. She shook her head and said, "Incest is
violating ethics. Ethics are the foundation of a family. If we do this, we're no longer a family. Do you know how serious
this mistake is? Do you know it will break up our family?"
"I don't know," I stubbornly said. "I just like Mom and want to make love to her. If I don't tell anyone,
no one will know."
"It's okay even if others don't know!" Mom scolded me sternly. "We've already made so many mistakes,
we can't keep making them. Mom was wrong before too, I shouldn't have agreed to do those things for you, which has led to you becoming
like ."
"I don't understand, why not?" I insisted. "I love Mom and it won't hurt anyone else, and it
feels good, what's wrong with that!"
"No means no!" Mom retorted angrily. But perhaps seeing my aggrieved, tearful expression, Mom
softened a little. "Sigh...it really is Mom's fault. I shouldn't have indulged you in the first place...You're a strange child,
you don't like young girls, but you like this old woman."
"Mom isn't an old woman, Mom is the most beautiful girl in my heart," I sincerely praised from the bottom of my heart.
Mom smiled wryly and said, "I'm just getting old. Only a weirdo like Koizumi would like me."
I looked at Mom and smiled, saying, "Even if I'm a weirdo, Mom isn't old! My classmates all envy me for having such a beautiful and
young mom, really."
Mom smiled and said, "I'm almost forty, not young anymore. I'm getting crow's feet around my eyes;
I can use my wrinkles to trap mosquitoes later."
After Mom said that, we looked at each other and smiled, staring at each other in silence for a moment. Although we didn't say anything, at least it
wasn't .
"Well..." Seeing the atmosphere had eased a bit, I asked, "What about from now on?"
"Mom wants to be a good mom to Koizumi, okay?" Mom earnestly tried to move me with familial love, to stop me from having
these wrong thoughts: "Koizumi, can you also be a good son to Mom, and not think about
things that mothers and sons shouldn't do, okay?"
After saying that, Mom took my hand and continued, "Your dad and I have worked so hard to raise you, wanting a
filial and successful son; not a son who disappoints you and us." Mom blinked her bright
eyes : "It's okay to be wrong in the past. From now on, Koizumi, can you let me be a mom who can be proud of you, a
mom who has a filial and good son?"
I knew that Mom's words were her final ultimatum. By persuading me back on track with familial love, she had already left me no
chance to argue back. If I continued to argue, it might lead to another explosive argument, and it might bring my
relationship with Mom back to its freezing point, which was something I didn't want to see.
Finally, reluctantly, I lowered my head and said, "...I understand."
Seeing my lowered head, my mother finally smiled. "Mom is so happy that Xiaoquan understands, so happy." She
reached out patted my head, saying, "My son has finally grown up and knows how to be sensible."
"Mmm." I nodded, actually quite unwillingly. "
Okay, breakfast isn't finished yet, Xiaoquan, wait a moment, it'll be ready soon."
My mother seemed much better and got up to go back to the kitchen to continue working. Watching my mother's back, I couldn't help but
stare at her alluring curves and her long legs in skin-colored stockings under her A-line skirt . Is this how it is? Am I going to give up my beautiful mother's body? Will my love for my mother ultimately only be limited to familial affection and never
be able to cross that line again? I'm not reconciled, but what can I do? ... But it's actually quite difficult for my mother's relatives to be polite to me. I'm not handsome, not as pretty as my mother, and not tall as my father. To be honest, my height seems to have stagnated at just over 160 centimeters for a while now, so it's hard for relatives to say I've grown up quickly or become more handsome. Sometimes I can't help but wonder if I'm really my parents' son . Perhaps that's why I've always admired my parents, especially my mother. Such a beautiful and elegant mother , or rather, such a high-class woman, is someone I'll never be able to pursue when I grow up, because of external factors like appearance and height—the distance is just too vast. But I have such a beautiful mother at home, and my classmates and friends are incredibly envious. But honestly, what can envy do? Having such a beautiful mother at home, beautiful as she is, isn't like she's my girlfriend or wife. What can I do besides look at her every day? Perhaps I once came close to the line of incest... although it might have been driven by my own desires, but it's time to wake up now. Be a dutiful son, content with having such a beautiful mother, and stop thinking about those unrealistic dreams. "Sister, have another drink! It's rare for your husband to be away, let's drink until we drop!" My aunt kept urging my mother to drink. My mother, who hadn't drunk alcohol in a long time, happily accepted the glass of red wine offered to her. "Xiaoquan, do you want some too? Hehe." My aunt, her face flushed, offered me a glass of wine, but I quickly waved my hand and said no: " I'm too young to drink, and I have to take Mom home later." "Sister, Xiaoquan is so good! You're so lucky to have such a son," my aunt said. She was only two years younger , and their appearances and figures were very similar; she was also a very beautiful woman. Strange, the whole family has such good genes, how come I'm the only one who looks so ordinary? "Of course, Xiaoquan is my most dutiful son." My mother's pretty face was slightly flushed from drinking, and her two small dimples made her look very cute when she smiled. To be honest, I'm a little hesitant to call myself filial... If you don't count my running away from home recently and all the bad things I did to my mom, then I'd barely qualify as filial. "Okay, Mom, you've had too much to drink. Shaking around like this, I'm afraid we won't be able to get home even if I help her. " "Okay, okay... Sis, next time you come to our house, hehehe." Mom stood up, her long legs in flesh-colored stockings seeming weak, and she almost fell. I quickly helped her up, waved goodbye to the aunt , and we went out the door. After hailing a taxi, Mom soon fell into a deep sleep in the car. I didn't disturb her; taking a taxi home was a small matter, and I wanted her to rest during the ride. When we arrived home, I paid the fare and helped my unsteady mom out of the car. Because Mom is taller than me, it was difficult for her to walk.

It was quite a difficult task. Especially since a drunk person can't support themselves, they feel particularly heavy. Fortunately,
apart from being weight wasn't in the heavy category (most of her weight was probably in her chest and buttocks), so I
managed to help her all the way home.
I opened my parents' bedroom door and gently laid my mother down on the bed. To help her take off her shoes, I naturally touched
her slender legs in stockings and helped her remove her high heels. Touching my mother's
long legs covered by skin-colored stockings again, I felt a little flutter involuntarily. What's wrong with me? Didn't I say I was going to be a good son to my mother?
What am I thinking about?
"I want some water..."
Hearing my mother's almost unconscious murmur suddenly snapped me out of my inappropriate thoughts. I tapped my head
, went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, and came back to help my mother, who was almost asleep, sit up and drink some warm water.
"Cough cough!" My mother, who wasn't really awake, choked slightly. I patted her back to help her
cough up . Her face flushed, she took a small sip after catching her breath
, then blankly unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt to let in some air. She closed her eyes, lay back on the bed, and immediately fell asleep.
Seeing her unbutton the top two buttons, revealing a black lace bra under her light blue silk shirt, barely covering her
34E breasts, made my eyes widen. I couldn't help but stare at that unforgettable,
deep . My hand involuntarily hovered in the air, almost reaching down to knead those alluring breasts.
"Cough!" My mother suddenly coughed as if choking in her sleep, startling me so much that I jumped up and ran straight out the door
. Startled, my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest, and I felt half my soul leave my body. I glanced back at the room.
Mom had simply shifted her position and drifted back to sleep, completely unaware of my almost groping of her breasts.
This wouldn't do. I needed to at least change her clothes so she could sleep more comfortably. Convincing myself this, I went back
into the room and sat on the edge of Mom's bed. Looking at her lovely, peaceful sleeping face, I felt both lucky and unlucky. Lucky
to have such a beautiful woman in my family, unlucky because she was my mother, the last
woman .
With a sigh, I convinced myself that I was just helping Mom change. Unbuttoning her light blue silk blouse, I finally
saw not only her alluring white breasts hidden beneath her bra, but also her incredibly slender waist, her proportions
exceptionally perfect and seductive.
Just unbuttoning the top few buttons, not even taking the blouse off completely, I already felt her
unfathomable feminine charm. I took a deep breath and changed my actions, removing her A-line skirt. The zipper
was on the side, so it wasn't difficult. After unzipping the skirt, I pulled the black A-line skirt down my mother's hips and long legs
, revealing her perfectly rounded buttocks covered in ultra-thin, sheer stockings, and her long, beautiful
legs .
Beneath the stockings, she wore black, semi-transparent lace panties, through which I could glimpse a portion
of her neatly trimmed pubic hair. My heart was pounding, and I kept telling myself I was helping her
change so she could sleep better. Then I grabbed the waistband of the stockings and pulled them down. But
as soon as I pulled the stockings down just a little below her private area, my hand froze.
The view beneath the black, semi-transparent panties was so alluring; my mind went blank, and I couldn't think straight. Instinctively, with
trembling reached out to touch the waistband of her panties. "
I want to see, I want to see... "
This voice kept echoing in my mind, and I was so nervous that I didn't even know if my reason was still functioning.
I swallowed hard, wanting to pull down her panties like stockings...
"Hmm..."
Suddenly, I heard my mother make a sound in her sleep, which made me almost jump up.
After a few seconds of stunned silence, I was 100% sure that my mother was not awake, so I sat down again.
Now I was finally awake from that unconscious movement, and I knew exactly what I was doing. Should I continue
like this ? Should I continue to make this mistake? Looking at my beautiful mother, half-naked and sleeping soundly,
my inner angel and demon were constantly battling.
Then I pulled down my mother's panties.
I couldn't take it anymore, I couldn't endure it any longer. At least for this moment, the demon in my heart had the upper hand. Pulling the panties
and stockings down to the middle of her delicate thighs, I finally saw the woman's most private parts. My mother's secret garden was
covered by neatly trimmed pubic hair. At the very bottom, I could see a pair of pink labia. The shock made my penis swell
and ache instantly. My reason snapped, and my instinctive lust took over my actions.
I reached out and ran my hand over my mother's flat stomach, my fingers threading through the short, cute hair, gently stroking her vulva.
It felt so soft, like pudding, and the already slightly moist vulva began
to radiate warmth from my touch.
I looked at my mother's face; her beautiful sleeping face was expressionless, still looking like she was sleeping soundly.
Emboldened, I reached my hand over my mother's bra and carefully lifted it up, revealing her large, white
breasts . Finally, I saw those magnificent, snow-white breasts again. As the bra was lifted, the breasts
bounced slightly, and the small, deep red nipples popped out, seemingly taking in fresh air. I placed my hands over those breasts, which I couldn't
fully grasp, and caressed them with the slightest movements. Her full, round breasts slowly deformed with
the movements , arousing me immense excitement both visually and tactilely.
I pinched her deep red nipples between my fingers, gently kneading and caressing them, feeling them gradually grow larger and erect
. I must have done something incredible in my past life to be able to see and defile such beautiful breasts in this one.
From top to bottom, my hands moved from her soft breasts down her waist and hips, following the fatal curves to her
genitals , gently touching her vulva. I felt her vulva
begin to secrete a little clear nectar with my light caresses. I stroked the entrance to her secret garden up and down; although I had never been intimate,
I had learned from countless erotic novels that such caresses could prepare a woman's body for penetration.
I felt my swollen, aching penis could no longer wait. I quickly pulled down my pants, revealing my hard, hot rod.

She sprang to her feet . Suppressing the tension that felt like her heart was about to leap out of her chest, she lifted her long legs, which were already pulled up to her thighs, and placed her slender calves on my shoulders. Then, placing her hands on her stockinged thighs, she sat close to her lower body, pressing
her throbbing, hard penis against her vaginal opening, letting the massive glans feel the wetness of her vaginal opening. After taking a deep breath
, she pushed forward slightly, gently parting the two moist labia with the glans, pushing the line of incest to its absolute limit.
I'm coming, Mom, this time you can't refuse me anymore.
Trembling, I slowly thrust my lower body forward, feeling the tightness of her sweet little hole as I gradually penetrated it. The first
thrust only went in halfway, then I pulled back slightly, before slowly thrusting forward again, finally penetrating her entire penis into her
vagina.
I'm back, I'm back! After so many years, I've returned to the mysterious garden that nurtured me. Only, with
my incredibly thick, burning hot penis. A decade ago, it was a miracle of life; now, it's a heinous crime of
incest .
Incredibly, my mother's honeypot seemed alive, surrounding my member from all sides,
gripping me tightly like a vacuum. Excited to the point of fainting at any moment, I thrust my ridiculously hard, hot penis back and forth, piercing my mother's honeypot like a pile driver, feeling the heat and wetness, and the overwhelming, surging pleasure
with our closest point . I held my mother's legs, which were resting on my shoulders, and turned my head to kiss those beautiful, silk-stockinged legs that I had dreamed of so much. I had longed to kiss them like this for so long, and now I could kiss and touch those silk- stockinged legs however I wanted—something every man who had seen my mother's legs must have dreamed of. Not only her legs, but also her gravity-defying, elastic yet incredibly soft breasts. They nurtured me, nourished me, but now these beautiful breasts are merely toys to satisfy my lust. Watching them being kneaded and deformed in my hands brings me absolute tactile and visual satisfaction. My penis thrusts in and out of this painfully tight vagina, experiencing the maddeningly intense pleasure. I feel that although my mother's body is still asleep, her female instincts respond to my in-and-out defilement. Her vaginal muscles tightly envelop my penis, constantly secreting more and more slippery nectar, making my thrusting smoother and smoother. At first, the thrusting movements were very awkward due to the first experience, but as the defilement lasted longer, I began to grasp the rhythm , smoothly swinging my lower body to thrust into my mother's erotic flesh. My mother is so beautiful, with such long legs in stockings, such big breasts, and she still gets so much pleasure from me. This lewd and triumphant thought suddenly . Who told you to always be so hot and cold and reject me? Now that I've fucked you, you have no choice . This exhilarating, almost uncontrollable thrill fueled my body, driven by my illicit lust, accelerating the piston-like movements of our intercourse. I couldn't help but think how amazing this was, actually having sex with my mother, who was like an ice queen. No matter how strict she was with me normally, now she could only spread her legs and let me fuck her until she was dripping wet. Suddenly, my mother, who should have been drunk and fast asleep, reached out and grabbed my waist. I, who was sucking on her silk-stockinged legs , abruptly looked up, my breath catching in my throat. I saw my mother, her eyes bloodshot, staring at me wide-eyed, watching incredulously as her son had sex with her, breaking down the boundary between mother and son, leaving only the physical exchange of male and female desire. "You...you..." My mother, overwhelmed with shock, opened her mouth wide, unable to utter a word. Ignoring the fact that her slender, shapely legs were still draped over my shoulders, she just gripped my waist tightly, trying to make me stop this illicit act. In my panic, I couldn't respond. The only thing I could do was thrust my lower body forward with all my might due to extreme shock, pressing my penis against the point where our bodies were joined. I felt the pleasure surging through my entire shaft, rushing straight to my brain. My glans couldn't withstand the stimulation, and a tingling, numbing sensation shot through my lower body. A powerful ejaculation of semen erupted from my urethra, shooting deep into my mother's vagina, filling her forbidden secret garden with hot semen. "This...what...what, why, how could this be..." My mother stammered in shock, unable to speak coherently. She could only endure my ejaculations, the venomous fluids that could induce pregnancy shooting into her core. After several seconds of continuous ejaculation, a blankness struck me, giving me a few seconds of dizziness. But I felt my mother's vaginal muscles instinctively squeezing my swollen penis as she received the impact of my semen, allowing the incestuous pleasure to continue unabated, without even a chance to soften, continuing the uninterrupted rape. I gripped my mother's slender waist with both hands to apply force, no longer worried about waking her, and began to thrust and rape her forcefully. My mother weakly grabbed my waist, trying to stop my lewd act, but to no avail, as I broke through . "Please, no!" My mother cried out, her brown wavy hair sprawling on the bed, tears streaming down her face. Normally, seeing my mother's tears, I would have stopped whatever I was doing and listened to her. But I was driven by the incestuous pleasure, unable to resist the tingling sensation throughout my body, wanting only to gain more pleasure from my mother's outrageously sexy body. Completely ignoring my mother's pleas, I abandoned my last shred of reason, pinning down her hands, turning my face to fiercely suck on her long, beautiful legs, which were pulled down to the middle of their stockings, leaving saliva on the skin-colored stockings. Although my mother had woken up , I no longer cared about the woman beneath me, the mother who gave me life and raised me. I treated her only as a sex toy to use at my disposal. My mother, her hands pinned down by me, tilted her head back, whether out of shame or unbearable pleasure, biting her sensual lips , desperately trying to suppress a moan. I vigorously fucked this beautiful yet defenseless mother, thrusting my penis wildly into her vagina. Perhaps because I had already ejaculated once, although her vaginal muscles were even tighter due to her awakening , my ever-growing penis, though more excited, miraculously became more forceful, relentlessly violating this sexy beauty. The thrusting motion propelled her body, making her sway back and forth with my penetration. My mother's hands, which I had pinned down, gripped the sheets tightly, her mouth uttering seductive sobs. I looked down at our point of contact; her labia, constantly shifting in and out, were covered in white foam, likely a mixture of my semen and her vaginal fluids. The squelching sounds filled the room, like my...

A symphony of incest with my mother. My mother was clearly powerless to stop my defilement, biting her sexy lips, turning her head away as
tears .
"So good...! So good!" Overwhelmed with pleasure, I couldn't help but shout wildly, my hands gripping
my mother 's breasts, holding her enormous orbs in my grasp, ruthlessly kneading them, letting the snow-white flesh
slide and move between my fingers. My mother's legs, hoisted onto my shoulders, weakly swung, trying to escape this humiliating situation, but
only the continued friction of her beautiful legs, clad in silky skin-colored stockings, against my body only amplified my enjoyment of the erotic sensation, leaving me
unable to control my ecstasy.
"Please...no, really no...!" Hearing my mother's desperate cries didn't stop my actions
; instead, it fueled my lust, making my thick penis thrust even harder into my mother's lower body. I thrust faster and
harder, my grip on my mother's breasts escalating from kneading to a brutal pinch, my knuckles
turning white and digging deep into her tender flesh.
My lower body slammed violently against my mother's elastic buttocks, making a slapping sound; there was also the soft, squelching sound of my penis sliding in and out of her small,
lovely labia. My mother, tears streaming down her face, suddenly tilted her head back, her body tensing more and more,
her expression a mixture of indescribable excitement and pain. Then her vaginal walls began to contract and fold violently, her hot,
wet vagina seeming to melt me. Each thrust, breaking through her vaginal walls, filled my penis with unparalleled pleasure. That
intense pleasure finally made me dizzy, leading to one last explosive thrust. I ejaculated a second wave of semen
, hot and flowing into the mysterious garden that had nurtured me fourteen years ago.
At the same time, I lowered my head and pressed down on my mother's legs, fiercely sucking on her swollen, deep red nipples, as if trying to draw out
milk, sucking and biting hard, feeling the intense orgasm shaking my nerves.
Thick streams of semen erupted from my young penis, my lower body convulsing and trembling,
alternating , causing the semen and vaginal fluids to mix and churn at her cervix, melting
together the incestuous pleasure of mother and son, lost in the lewd intercourse.
Having released all my lust, I lay weakly on top of my mother, panting heavily, unable to think of anything.
My mother's breasts, pressed against my chest, rose and fell with her heavy breathing, the two of us, disheveled and sweaty
, intertwined, lost in the afterglow of sex.
I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly my mother, pinned beneath me, let out a soft sob. As the climax subsided, I
realized the gravity of the situation. I jumped up from my mother's body and saw her limp on the bed, sobbing uncontrollably.
The semen I had ejaculated inside her was dripping onto the bed like a gushing stream—a truly lewd scene.
"Waaah...how could this...how could this happen..." My mother's chest heaved violently with her sobs. I jumped off the bed and knelt before
her, head bowed, at a loss, unable to look at her. Even though I had been thrilled by our immoral act just minutes before,
how was I supposed to handle this now? This was something I couldn't bear to think about, having just committed adultery with my mother in my lust
.
I don't know how long my mother cried, but I remained kneeling silently before her. After a while, her sobs
gradually subsided, and she sat up, looking down at me. Then she slapped me across the face. Knowing the seriousness of the situation
, I didn't flinch, taking the slap without flinching. Then another slap, and another, countless slaps landing on my face.
"You beast! You devil! You demon!" Mom cried, hitting me hard. I couldn't deny it, but I didn't apologize either; I
just gritted my teeth and took the blows again and again.
"Get out!" she screamed hoarsely. I stood up guiltily, glanced at my mother, whose clothes were disheveled from the beating
, and slowly walked out of her room.
The next Sunday, Dad hadn't come home yet, so it was just Mom and me at home. Early in the morning, I wanted to talk to
Mom , maybe apologize. But Mom seemed completely ignoring me, acting as if I didn't exist,
not even making eye contact. I knew Mom must hate me. Just
when , I shattered that thin layer of pretense, dragging Mom into the hell of incest.
In the late afternoon, Dad came home and immediately curled up on the sofa watching TV, of course not noticing the strange atmosphere between
us . That evening, we ate dinner quietly. Dad went back to the sofa to watch TV,
while Mom went to wash the dishes. I went into the kitchen and approached my mother, wanting to help her wash the dishes. But as soon as I got close, she
looked at me with fear, leaning against the kitchen counter.
"Mom, I'll help you wash the dishes," I said, standing a distance away and pointing to the dishes in the sink.
My mother's beautiful face was filled with indescribable fear; what happened late last night must have severely
traumatized her. I hadn't originally intended for this; I just wanted to take advantage of my mother while she was drunk, imagining that she would wake up and
know nothing. But my mother woke up midway, and everything spiraled out of control. I wasn't bold enough to directly
rape my mother; raping her was already the ultimate expression of my lust. But even after my mother woke up yesterday, I didn't stop
. A powerful lust drove me to continue raping my mother, to make her realize that my desire for her body was something that the word "ethics"
couldn't stop .
"I...I'll wash them myself," my mother stammered, as if afraid I would come any closer. So I took two steps
back , nodded helplessly, and my mother slowly turned around and continued washing the dishes.
That day, my mother was wearing a short-sleeved blouse with white lace trim. From the back, I could see
two pink bra straps beneath the sheer fabric, which reminded me of
the stimulation I felt yesterday when I raped her and played with her snow-white breasts. She wore a green silk skirt and light gray sheer stockings. I didn't know why she
was wearing stockings even though she wasn't going to work; perhaps she was used to the feeling of her legs being covered by stockings. This habit suited
my taste perfectly. She probably knew her son's fetish for stockings, which is why
I watched her from a distance, looking at her beautiful legs in gray stockings beneath her skirt. The
feelings of regret and pity I had felt were gradually fading, and desire had reclaimed my heart. My penis slowly hardened
.
Suddenly, I launched a surprise attack, pressing my entire body against her back and grabbing her ample breasts with both hands.
My full breasts and fully erect penis pressed against my mother's buttocks through my pants.
My mother trembled and struggled to get away from me. Although I was shorter than my mother, I still
held her breasts tightly from behind, my lower body pressed firmly against her buttocks, not letting her easily escape. My mother sensed my wicked
intentions and whispered as she turned her head, "Xiaoquan, let me go...!"
"If you move again, I'll call Daddy. I'll let him see me do you." I threatened my mother, although such words
made no sense. If I called Daddy, I would probably get a beating. But my mother, who was easily embarrassed, was very susceptible to this tactic. As soon as
she heard it she stood stiffly without moving.
"I want more..." As I spoke, I deftly reached out and unbuttoned two buttons on my mother's shirt, slipping my hands
inside to caress her breasts, feeling the smooth skin.
"No, we can't do it again... We're mother and son..." Mom said nervously, "This is incest...!"
"We already did it yesterday, one more time won't make a difference." Ignoring Mom's resistance
and struggles, even if she was being discovered, I stretched my legs between Mom's legs and spread them apart. Seemingly sensing the imminent
crisis , Mom weakly tried to persuade me, "Xiaoquan, we can't do this anymore... Mom begs you..."
"I don't care." I said forcefully, then reached under Mom's skirt, grabbed the waistband of her gray stockings and
her panties, and forcefully pulled them down to her buttocks. At the same time, I unzipped my pants, releasing my engorged
penis, which I pressed against Mom's vulva. Her stockinged legs tried desperately to close, but I, already
in a favorable position, used my knee to pry her legs open, making her resistance futile. I held my
penis, aimed it at the entrance, and thrust forward, penetrating the tender hole that had given me such intense pleasure yesterday.
To my surprise, my mother's tight, hot hole was already slippery and wet. My deeply inserted
penis immediately felt itself tightly wrapped by layers of tender flesh. "Mom, you're so wet," I teased
my mother, lost in the mire of desire. Having read many erotic novels, I already knew that vaginal lubrication meant
the body was ready for intercourse.
My mother initially twisted and resisted, but I pressed my entire body tightly against her back, my right hand reaching into
her shirt and bra, forcefully grasping her full breasts. After I forcefully inserted my burning-hot penis
into my mother's wet, tender hole, her body began to tremble and she gave up resisting, her legs almost collapsing.
I quickly used my buttocks to thrust upwards from below, pushing my penis even deeper. My knees pressed against the back
of my mother 's knees, supporting her limp body while my legs rubbed against her feet, enjoying
the pleasure of the constant friction against her silky legs.
I didn't use any special techniques, just forcefully thrusting my penis in and out, careful not to make a
sound so my father, watching TV in the living room, wouldn't notice. The pleasure of raping my mother from behind was indescribable; each
thrust made her bite her lip and let out a soft moan. I grabbed my mother's stockinged buttocks, vigorously rubbing those beautiful, pert buttocks that haunted my
dreams , the skin of my hands sizzling against her stocking-covered buttocks. Her
full breasts, which I had temporarily neglected, bounced up and down with each thrust.
"Honey, is there any fruit?"
Dad's voice suddenly came from the living room, causing Mom's whole body to tense up. Her already tight
vaginal muscles contracted even more, gripping my thick penis so tightly it almost hurt
. I gritted my teeth, enduring the intense stimulation of the contraction, grabbing Mom's breasts to keep them from swaying and using them to apply pressure, slowly
but firmly penetrating her tight, beautiful passage.
"Yes, I'll...I'll cut it up and bring it over later." Despite the loud slapping sounds from my penetration, Mom nervously
maintained a steady tone as she answered Dad. This lewd atmosphere, where we could be discovered at any moment, gave me extreme stimulation.
I gripped Mom's wanton breasts tightly, squeezing them as if they were about to burst.
"Hurry up...your dad will get suspicious..." Mom managed to squeeze out these words from her small mouth. I didn't stop thrusting
, but quickly replied, "Okay, Mom, if you cooperate, I'll be quick."
With that, I quickly pulled my penis out of her vagina, feeling her body almost go limp. But I
didn't give her a chance to catch her breath. I quickly turned her over to face me, pulled her pantyhose back up to her buttocks, and then
roughly tore open the crotch area. I forcefully pushed her panties aside and thrust my thick penis into her
vagina again.
Mom's huge 34E breasts were also pulled out of her bra, exposed and bouncing incessantly. The
two erect, deep red nipples drew beautiful arcs in the air with each piston-like thrust. Mom supported herself against the sink behind her with one hand and pushed weakly against my chest with the other, occasionally pounding my chest
in vain .
This soft resistance only excited me more. I
gripped tighter to facilitate the intense penetration. I felt the speed of my thrusts increasing, and
more and more white foam was being squeezed out from our bodies. At this moment, my mother's cheeks were flushed, her long, narrow eyes slightly open, her gaze hazy, her head tilted back, almost lost in thought. Her upper
teeth were tightly biting her lower lip to prevent herself from letting out an uncontrollable moan. It didn't seem like resistance, but rather like she was extremely enjoying it.
Every friction between our bodies brought me immense pleasure. And judging from my mother's reaction, she felt the same way. My mother
probably never expected to be penetrated by her son in such a tense state, to leave her completely blank. I lowered my head and gently bit
my mother 's nipple, then cupped and kneaded her other full breast. This forced her to place her right hand lightly on the back of my head,
her eyes tightly closed, and a soft, drawn-out moan escaped her alluring lips: "Ah..."
"Mom, your breasts are amazing," I praised her beautiful body, sensing that although she remained silent with her eyes closed
, she thoroughly enjoyed this stimulating, immoral intercourse. I kneaded her breasts harder; they were soft and yielding
, like pudding or tofu, constantly shifting and changing shape in my hands. Driven by my own urge to suckle, I
took turns sucking on her two small, deep red nipples.
"Hurry up... your dad... ah..." my mother said softly with difficulty, her hands resting on the table behind her to avoid being...
Each thrust was devastating. Her beautiful, wavy brown hair swayed with each thrust,
a truly captivating sight.
"Then help me, Mom, let me cum..." I thrust into my mother's tight little hole with all my might, suddenly
feeling her move her stockinged buttocks onto the counter, then
her shapely legs, clad in sheer gray pantyhose, tightly gripping my waist, urging me to ejaculate quickly.
"Oh my god, it feels so good..." Noticing my mother's action of gripping my waist with her stockinged legs only fueled
my desire to rape her. I reached out and hugged my mother's body tightly, pressing her large breasts against my chest, sandwiching them between
our upper bodies, making them seem about to burst. Then, unexpectedly, I kissed my mother's lips
, sucking on her sweet little mouth, not giving her a chance to escape. My mother, with her long, sexy, stockinged legs clamping tightly
around my waist, was being held tightly by me, forced to kiss me against her will, unable to escape, allowing me the opportunity
to forcefully suckle her sweet, fragrant lips.
Under the stimulation of multiple pleasures, only two days after losing my virginity, I was engaging in such a passionate
and immoral . Unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure, I pressed my lower body against her,
thrusting forward with one final, heavy stroke. My penis, swollen to its highest point inside her, felt waves of vaginal muscles gripping me tightly. My glans, tingling with intense
pleasure , ejaculated a continuous stream of white semen,
pouring into the secret garden that had once nurtured me.
My mother, her lips still pressed against my, her stockinged legs tightly clamping my waist, trembled and convulsed, as if we had reached
the peak of sexual intercourse together. Our bodies were tightly intertwined, enjoying the lingering afterglow of this deadly climax. Even though my
mother because of my various acts of violation, I could feel that at this moment, we
were connected through our genitals and lips, clearing our minds and enjoying an almost oblivious, extreme pleasure, with no more friction.
Half a minute later, I finally ejaculated all my semen into my mother's vagina and released her mouth to let her breathe again. My mother
looked at me with slightly open, hazy eyes, her gaze filled with indescribable complex emotions. At this moment, our lower bodies were still tightly connected
, and my mother's long legs in stockings were still tightly wrapped around my waist, showing no sign of letting go. We just looked at each other like that, without
saying a word.
"Where's the fruit?" my father shouted from the living room, breaking the wonderful silence after my mother and I had sex. My mother quickly
released her gray-stockinged legs from my grasp, letting me back down, and slid my now limp penis out of my poor, red and swollen
vagina . A thick stream of semen gushed from her vagina as I withdrew. My mother, still sitting on the platform, quickly grabbed
a tissue from the side and used it to plug her vagina. I stepped back so she could jump off the platform.
"Go take a shower quickly, don't let your dad find out what just happened," my mother whispered in my ear
, trying to calm her breathing. She hurriedly stuffed her large, reddened breasts back into her bra. I nodded, but then quickly grabbed my mother
's stockinged buttocks, giving them one last squeeze to enjoy the wonderfully elastic feel. My mother immediately glared at me, and I
quickly pulled down her skirt to cover her buttocks and the torn crotch of her stockings. Then I unzipped the skirt and fled into
the bathroom, ending this intense incestuous sexual intercourse.
===
...

After dinner, my lust was so intense I could barely contain myself. While my father was taking a shower, I rushed into
the kitchen and, as before, forcefully hugged my mother from behind, grabbing her firm, beautiful breasts.
"Are you crazy! Your father will be out of the shower in a minute, and you're still doing this!" My mother still scolded me loudly, but
unlike before, she wasn't startled. Perhaps she was used to my inexplicable acts of defilement.
"Please, Mom, I'm going crazy! I love you so much, can you help me one more time? Dad
seems to be taking a bath today, it'll be a while."
"Oh God... what sins did I commit to give birth to such an unfilial son..." my mother sighed, but she didn't
struggle as much as before. We remained in this position, hugging my mother from behind, for about ten seconds. During this time, my mother seemed to be thinking about
something. Then, she removed my hands from her breasts. I guessed today was probably hopeless.
"Let's go to your room... it's not convenient here, and... you need to hurry later." Mom turned around and whispered to me
. Suddenly, the situation took a turn for the better, and I was so excited that I almost jumped up. Before rushing back to my room, I turned back to Mom and said, "
Mom, can you wear black stockings later? I'll be faster with stockings on."
"Go back now!" Mom urged me impatiently.
So I went back to my room, quickly took off my clothes and pants, and lay naked on the bed,
thinking could make love with my sexy and beautiful mom again today. It was so awesome.
A minute later, Mom pushed open my bedroom door and came in, then locked the door behind her. Mom was wearing a light yellow short-sleeved
t-shirt and the shorts she had just worn in the kitchen, without stockings, which made me a little disappointed.
"Yes," Mom said, as if she could read my mind, pulling out a pair of sheer black stockings from behind her back. "
I brought stockings, you just haven't put them on yet. Look at you, all naked, what kind of behavior is that?"
"Mom is so good to me!" I said happily. "Mom really knows I like you wearing stockings."
Mom glared at me. "Didn't you say this would make it faster so your dad wouldn't find out?" With that,
Mom took off her shorts to put on the stockings, but I immediately stopped her. "Mom, take off your underwear first, just put on the stockings
, don't wear underwear."
"You're asking for so much!" Mom glared at me again, but without resistance, she took off her pink lace panties and, with one
foot on the edge of the bed, began to put on her black stockings. Mom wore a thong-shaped transparent stocking, with the sides and hips
transparent, only a black crotch strip connecting to the crotch. She pulled the stockings up to her waist, and the mysterious black area
looked exceptionally sexy under the transparent black stockings. The seductive movement of her putting on the stockings made my eyes widen, and my
exposed little brother quickly hardened into a huge penis, already sixteen centimeters long.
Perhaps because she hadn't looked closely before, Mom saw me pointing at my erect penis and asked somewhat fearfully, "
Is yours... always this big?"
Since I hadn't seen other people's penises before, I didn't quite understand and said, "I don't know, is this considered big?"
Mom pulled her black thong tighter and squatted down in front of my penis, examining it closely. "It doesn't seem this big before
..." Then she reached out and moved my genitals up and down, causing my penis to
throb , startling Mom.
"That scared me, it even moves!" Mom withdrew her hand in fright, a reaction that I found amusing. I sat on the edge of the bed, moved my penis
again , and said lewdly to Mom with lust, "Mom, give me a blowjob."
"Your thing is filthy, and you want Mom to suck it?" Mom said disgustedly, but I felt her tone was more like coquettish.
"That way I'll come faster, and Dad won't notice, right?" I repeated what Mom had just said.
Mom shook her head, knelt a little closer to me, and gently pulled back the foreskin of my penis, revealing
the entire egg-shaped, purplish-red glans. She stared at the large glans for a few seconds before taking it into her
sexy little mouth.
"Oh..." My glans was enveloped by Mom's rosy lips, and I couldn't help but let out a pleasurable moan. Mom
's lips began to slide gently up and down, making me moan again. The thought that the person giving me oral sex was my beautiful
biological mother made the excitement and stimulation feel overwhelming.
Mom's tongue moved nimbly around my glans, and her little mouth moved back and forth, swallowing and releasing my
penis was enveloped by a warm, wet hole. Mom also teased the
ridge where my glans met my penis with the tip of her tongue, even the frenulum received her meticulous care.
Like licking an ice pop, Mom licked my glans with obvious pleasure, occasionally spitting it out to suck on my shaft
. I didn't know if this would actually make me ejaculate faster, but Mom was clearly using a lot of techniques to make me feel good
. Just thinking about it made me feel a surge of pleasure.
"Take off your clothes," I commanded Mom, looking down at her. Mom didn't resist. First, she slowly pulled my penis out as if she was
very reluctant, then she took off her pale yellow t-shirt, and quickly
unhooked her black lace bra, letting her 34E snow-white breasts breathe fresh air. After placing the bra on the bed, she
continued to suck on my penis forcefully.
"Don't suck so hard...!" The vacuum-like suction gave me immense pleasure. I braced myself on the bed, gripping the sheets
tightly , clenching my teeth to prevent myself from losing control and ejaculating at the peak of pleasure. My mother seemed really eager for me to ejaculate
quickly , using all her skills to play with my penis, even gently stroking my testicles, caressing them tenderly
as if they were precious treasures.
Responding to this, I retaliated by grabbing her firm breasts. She glared at me
, but her mouth didn't stop; instead, she licked and sucked my thick penis even harder, making it seem even larger in
her mouth, filling it completely. My fingers worked, kneading her
gravity-defying breasts, as if defying her will, caressing her beautiful breasts to prevent her from focusing on
my penis.
Sure enough, she couldn't help but stop licking, occasionally letting out a soft moan. It seems her
sensitive are a weakness. Undeterred, she frantically swallowed and spit out my penis, until the head of my penis reached her
throat. My mother swallowed hard, her throat working to compress my glans, almost making me ejaculate uncontrollably. I quickly cupped her
pink cheeks, making her spit out my penis. My mother frowned, looking up at me with displeasure. At that moment, I pulled her
up and leaned back, so she was sitting on top of me.
"Mom said to hurry up, to let you move, I should be faster." I looked at my mother, wearing only a thong stocking,
her large breasts bare, sitting on me, and my penis couldn't help but twitch. Through the stockings, I
could feel . I could see that the black secret area covered by the stockings was completely wet. The vaginal fluid even seeped through
the stockings, dripping down her thighs, leaving two erotic streaks.
"Mom, you're so wet from sucking my cock." I teased my mother with my words. My mother blushed and didn't dare look at
me. She slightly raised her body, then reached down to the crotch of my stockings and tore open a small hole large enough for me to insert
. Holding my large penis, she gently took my burning glans into her wet, delicate labia.
After preparing herself mentally, she slowly lowered herself down, her hands on my abdomen.
"Ah..." Feeling the size of my glans and the stimulation of my shaft entering her vagina, she couldn't help but
groan in pain.
"Are you alright, Mom?" Because the sound wasn't comfortable, but clearly painful, I couldn't help but ask
her .
"You... are a little too thick... Mom isn't used to it..." My mother trembled as she slowly sat down to the very bottom, allowing my penis
to slowly penetrate her deepest point. Even after reaching the very bottom, it seemed to push upwards a
considerable distance. Had it reached her cervix?
My mother seemed unsure what to do. I wondered if it was because she rarely used this position with my father, or if I was just
too big , making it difficult for her to move. So I lay down, stretched out my hands, and grabbed my mother's plump breasts, kneading them
. Then I thrust my lower body upwards against her, feeling the tightness and heat inside her vagina, and the layers of folds
. I only managed a few thrusts before I ran out of steam; after all, my mother was taller than me, and I was just a short guy, making it difficult
to move .
Fortunately, after a few thrusts, my mother seemed to gradually adapt to my size, and began to lift her hips slightly...
She sat down and began to move her vaginal muscles up and down on my penis. My mother's hands were on my chest, and her narrow
eyes, once filled with fear, now held only boundless lust. Her beautiful legs, clad in black stockings, rubbed against my waist, giving me
an incredibly pleasurable sensation. I quickly grabbed her shapely buttocks and rubbed them vigorously, as if trying
to draw water from them.
"You're really a pervert...you really like stockings that much?" my mother
said .
"I'm not a pervert, I just like it when Mom wears stockings." Saying this, I arched my back and thrust into her twice
more . My mother's mouth gaped open, almost screaming, but she quickly covered her mouth with one hand to stop
herself from crying out.
"You bad boy! Watch how I do you." My mother panted, looking at me seductively, and began to move her wet, tight,
sweet vagina up and down faster, stroking my penis. My mother's large, snow-white breasts bounced with each thrust of my hips, a beautiful
sight that nearly made my soul fly away. My hands gripped her swaying waist, and I
thrust against her, gently probing the secret place that had once nurtured me.
"Your waist is so slender, Mom, so beautiful," I couldn't help but exclaim, praising her exquisitely beautiful
body . My mother gave me a flirtatious wink and said, "You're only just realizing this? Your dad's unlucky; you're the only one who gets to enjoy it."
Amidst the waves of her breasts and the sensation of her vaginal embrace, I couldn't help but ask, overcome with pleasure, "Doesn't Dad usually fuck you?" I
deliberately used the crude word "fuck," wanting to gradually erode my mother's shame.
"Rarely...once every few months...he can't keep up..." My mother bit her lip, seemingly enjoying it immensely, swaying her
slender waist as my penis moved in and out of her. Seeing my mother so wanton, even if she was initially unwilling
, I suspect she's now almost succumbing to the deadly pleasure of incest.
"Wife, where are you?" Suddenly, I heard my father calling from outside after his shower. My mother's eyes widened in shock, and she stopped
what she was doing, unsure what to do. I also stopped, a little nervous, gripping my mother's slender waist clad in stockings,
afraid to continue. My mother then gave me a shushing gesture, cleared her throat, and said loudly, "I'm helping our son with his
homework. He needs to concentrate."
"Okay." My father didn't say anything more, and the sound of the television came from the living room. I then began to gently
thrust upwards against my mother, trying to quickly regain the rhythm of pleasure. I had thought my mother would
shrink back , but unexpectedly, after speaking, she began to slowly move my penis again. We let my penis
slowly thrust in and out of her tender vagina, the movements small and the speed slow, but very powerful and firm. Now I knew for certain that my mother was
close to succumbing to the pleasure of incest, but I wanted to drag her even deeper, so that
even after we finished and she returned to her daily life, she would still yearn for the intense pleasure of our union.
I sat up, letting my mother sit on my lap in a lotus position, holding her delicate back, and
tentatively touched her lips with mine. My mother responded without hesitation, pressing her sexy red lips to mine
. Excitedly, I extended my tongue and touched my mother's lips, and she understandingly opened her mouth, allowing me to penetrate her tongue
.
I sucked hard on my mother's sweet lips, our tongues intertwining and exploring each other's mouths, while my lower body
continued its relentless piston-like motion. My mother closed her eyes, and we exchanged saliva in ecstasy, occasionally licking each other
's lips, sometimes kissing passionately as if there were no tomorrow. My mother's stockinged buttocks rubbed against my thighs, feeling
incredibly comfortable, and this movement propelled my penis in and out of her tight, beautiful vagina.
"Son, you're quite good at kissing," my mother breathed, sitting on me and moving her lower body while
whispering .
"Kissing feels so good." I then pressed my lips to my mother's fragrant lips, followed by another passionate kiss.
My mother held my head, rotating her nimble tongue around me. I had already deeply experienced through my glans that my mother had
a tongue as nimble as a snake, and now I was verifying it again with my own tongue. The
kissing and fucking, with my legs feeling incredibly comfortable from my mother's black-stockinged legs rubbing against me, made me feel like such a lucky
son . After my mother had gotten used to the thickness of my penis, she released the passionate kiss, tilted her head back, and wildly tossed
her wavy hair, moving even more frantically against me, demanding more.
I held my mother's upper body, burying my head in her breasts, inhaling their sweet, milky scent,
and sucking on her nipples like a baby trying to draw milk.
"Baby, eat, baby, eat..." My mother cradled the back of my head, babbling incoherently like a baby, kissing
the top of my head. I thrust into my mother's vagina from below, while nibbling on her adorable, deep red nipples. Who else's
son would suckle while simultaneously fucking his mother to such ecstasy? Perhaps only a lecherous guy like me would do that.
My mother's movements, rising and falling on top of me, were so fast that I felt I was about to ejaculate from her grip
. So I pushed her down onto the bed, still keeping our bodies connected, and grabbed her
snow-white , beginning to thrust my hips relentlessly into her.
I felt my thick, long penis actively and violently penetrating her cunt. My mother's hands gripped the sheets so tightly that her knuckles turned
white. Her upper teeth bit her lower lip so hard it almost bled, desperately trying to suppress the urge to moan from the overwhelming pleasure
. I bent down again, exchanging saliva with her as I fucked her, and she kissed me passionately.
"So good, oh my god..." Mom turned her face to the side, her eyes tightly closed, involuntarily expressing the waves of sexual pleasure
washing . Now I knew Mom was a prisoner of my penis, and I would definitely grab my beautiful mother
and fuck her a thousand times over.
"Mom, do you want your son to fuck you every day?" I squeezed Mom's breasts tightly and kneaded them forcefully, my lower body
pounding into this mother with her unusually sexy body, pressing her for answers while she was already overwhelmed with pleasure.
"Yes...yes...every day...for your son...to fuck..." Mom was almost unconscious from the fucking, unable to
utter complete sentences. And in this intense sex where we could be discovered at any moment, my patience had reached its limit.
I started pushing the pace of my fucking to the fastest, feeling my mother's honeypot constantly squeezing out lustful fluids under my violent thrusting, her flesh...
The walls of her vagina kept squeezing my penis. My mother's stockinged thighs and buttocks made a slapping
sound .
"I can't take it anymore... Mom... I'm almost there..." I managed to squeeze out a few words, telling my mother that I was ready to cum
. Hearing this, my mother immediately hooked her long, black-stockinged legs around my waist, tightly wrapping them around me, pushing my hips forward
.
"Shoot inside, shoot inside..." my mother whispered in my ear, those words becoming my final aphrodisiac. I thrust
forward forcefully several times, and then with the last thrust,
I slammed my penis into my mother's vulva with a loud slap, my ejaculation gushing out endlessly from my urethra into my mother's tight vagina. My mother's eyes widened, tears
welling in , and she pressed my head down, sucking my mouth hard. While continuing to kiss me, she climaxed in sync with me, her whole body
trembling violently, and she tightly squeezed her stockinged legs, pushing my hips forward.
My mother's vaginal muscles seemed to have a life of their own, squeezing my penis from all sides with such pressure that it felt like it would break my shaft.
As I ejaculated, I was so overwhelmed by pleasure that my mind went blank. The ecstasy surged through my spine and into my brain;
I wondered if I might die from the sheer pleasure.
The amount of semen I ejaculated was so large that it overflowed from our joined bodies, dripping onto the bed. This
gushing sensation lasted for several seconds, and I felt my mother's sexy body tremble for just as long, leaving us both
dizzy and weak with pleasure.
After the seemingly endless climax finally ended, I lay limp on top of my mother, unable to move, only able
to place my hands on her silk-stockinged legs and stroke them. My mother, also panting, let me lie on top of her, and for a moment, we
simply enjoyed the afterglow of our climax without moving.
"Mom, was it good?" I finally broke the silence with my panting.
My mother, beneath me, glanced at me, her face flushed, and nodded with a barely perceptible nod. Then,
clearly shy, she turned her head away. I reached out and cupped her face, drawing her gaze to me, and tentatively licked her lips with my
tongue . Knowing my intention, she cupped my face in return and we kissed deeply again.
After what seemed like an eternity of kissing, I finally got up, grabbed some tissues
, and began wiping away the thick, white fluid continuously flowing from her vulva. She obediently allowed me to wipe her. Once the mixture of semen and vaginal fluid had mostly stopped flowing,
my mother sat up and removed her thong, which had been torn in one place. She gently wiped my semi-erect penis with the stockings
, the touch of the stockings sending shivers of pleasure through me.
"It's so good..." Mom rubbed my penis with her black stockings, leaving
white stains on the black microfiber, as she couldn't help but praise my penis. Her large, snow-white breasts
swayed slightly like pudding from the rubbing, a truly beautiful sight.
"Is it good? Is it big? Bigger than Daddy's?" I asked smugly, seeing how submissive Mom was
.
Mom rolled her eyes at me, initially reluctant to answer, but after I pressed her again softly, she
said shyly, "Bigger than Daddy's, and stronger than Daddy's..."
Satisfied, I cupped Mom's beautiful face and was about to kiss her again when Mom quickly pushed me away, saying, "Don't forget your dad's still
outside . Hurry up and gather your clothes, put them on, and go take a shower. Don't let your dad find out."
"Then..." I asked questioningly, placing my hands on Mom's breasts and stroking them.
My mother gently brushed away my hand that was caressing her breasts and said, "Let's get this done first, we'll talk about it later." Then she started cleaning
up and getting dressed. As
I dressed, the possibilities of a future passionate encounter couldn't help but surface in my mind " we'll talk about it later " ...? === ... Seeing this, Mom didn't glare at me or brush my hand away as before. She just looked at me with her bright eyes and continued, "I know you're going through puberty, and this kind of thing is hard to resist. Mom won't stop you, and will try to help you as much as possible." The word "help you" was used very subtly; it probably meant sex, I thought lewdly, but outwardly I just nodded calmly . "Too much will hurt your health, so it can't be too frequent, twice a week at most..." Hearing "only twice ," I, who only wanted to have sex with Mom every day, frowned slightly, wanting to protest. But Mom cut me off, continuing, "At most twice. If you don't listen, there won't be any." Faced with Mom's rather forceful rule, I, who had already benefited, couldn't resist. Anyway, I'd get it first, and then try more later. "I understand," I nodded to indicate I heard, but the slight upturn of my lips betrayed a smile I think Mom saw . So she tapped my head and warned, "If Mom doesn't want it, you can't force her. What we're doing isn't right, so try to see things from Mom's perspective and give her some leeway." "If we don't tell, no one will know we're having incestuous sex at home," I teased Mom with explicit language. Mom blushed , pinched my thigh, and twisted it, making me cry out in pain. "Xiaoquan, I'm still your mother. Even if we have some different relationships, you still need to respect me, okay?" Mom spoke conservatively, but I had to agree. Ultimately, we were still mother and son. Although we had sex and it became about satisfying each other's desires, in other people's eyes we were still mother and son. "Okay, I understand," I nodded in agreement. But suddenly, as if remembering something, I asked, "Should I wear a condom? Will Mom get pregnant?" "You only just realized you need a condom? Mom won't get pregnant! You didn't even think about that when you were doing it to me," Mom said.

"Fine," she said, pinching my thigh again, still unwilling to give up. "Mom's on a regular birth control pill, so you won't get pregnant, and you
don't need to wear a condom."
"Isn't it more comfortable without a condom?" I tentatively asked my mother a more probing question.
"Mind your own business!" My mother pretended to be angry and rejected my question, but I thought she was just shy and embarrassed to say it
. I threw myself at my mother, knelt down, hugged her, and rested my head on her full breasts, saying in a coquettish tone, "Mom
, please tell me, I just want to know."
"You silly child," my mother said, seeing me hugging her chest like a child, and instinctively wrapped her arms around my head
, just like she used to hug me when I was little. "It feels good, are you satisfied now?"
"We always have an orgasm when we make love, right?" I continued to press.
"Why do you ask so many questions, you little rascal?" Mom tapped the back of my head. I grinned and said cheekily, "I
want to get to the bottom of things all at once." "Yes, I do," Mom said, hugging my head shyly. "You were already there
the first time when I was drunk and you woke me up . You've been there the last few times too." "Am I really good, compared to Dad?" I moved my hands down to Mom's buttocks, but Mom didn't stop me. I continued to slip my hands under her skirt and caress her buttocks, which were clad in black stockings. Mom hummed in response. "Is it very comfortable that you're willing to keep making love with me?" I continued to ask Mom. Mom thought for a moment and replied , "To be honest, it's really comfortable. I don't know if your dad is getting old, but he 's not quite as good as you when he was young." I looked up at Mom. Sure enough, her face was flushed as she said this. "I was afraid you'd be uncomfortable. Instead of messing around on your own, I thought I'd help you," Mom said, resting her chin on my head to stop me from seeing her blushing face. "Mom, I love you the most." I said, resting my head on my mother's full breasts. "I love Xiaoquan the most too, otherwise why would I be willing to help you like this? As long as you study hard and become a useful person, Mom will help you until you find a girlfriend." "I found one." I looked up at my mother and said. "Huh?" Hearing my answer, my mother was a little flustered for a moment. "What...when..." "It's Mom." I said with a grin. "You're teasing me, child." My mother tapped my head again. I just looked up and kissed my mother's lips . My mother did not resist and let me continue to kiss her more deeply. Only at this moment, after everything was clear, could I concentrate on enjoying the love between my mother and me. This kind of kiss was the sweetest and best. My tongue danced in my mother's mouth, playing hide-and-seek with my mother's fragrant tongue. Occasionally, we would suck on , exchanging saliva with passion. My mother's mouth was really fragrant and sweet. Although we had kissed before, I only truly realized this now. I was kissing my mother passionately, which unsurprisingly quickly aroused my desire. I stood up, pulled down my zipper, and let my erect penis sprang out, hitting my mother's face. My mother shyly slapped my penis and said , "You child, aren't you ashamed!" "Mom, help me, I want it." I thrust my penis forward a little with desire. My mother thought for a moment, then gently grasped my penis and said, "Dad is still outside, it's a bit dangerous. Can you help me with your hand?" Thinking about it, she was right. If we really did it, she wasn't sure she wouldn't make a sound and let her father in the living room find out. If that happened, it would be really bad. But just masturbating wasn't enough for me. Even if we couldn't have intercourse directly, I wanted my mother to help me have a real pleasure . "Then Mom, can you use your feet to help me?" I requested. "How do you use your feet?" My mother tilted her head and asked, while her hands continued to gently stroke my penis, which very comfortable. "Use your stockinged feet to clamp my little brother and move it up and down." I'd only ever seen this kind of description in erotic novels , and I'd always wanted my mom to try it out for me. "I don't know how to do this," my mom said, a little doubtful, when she heard my explanation. "Sit on the bed first." I had my mom sit on the edge of the bed, then I sat on the floor, grabbed my penis between my mom's two black-stockinged little feet, and started moving it up and down. "So lewd... does this really feel good?" my mom asked, blushing. "Very good," my penis enjoyed the feeling of being squeezed by my mom's smooth, stockinged little feet, and I swallowed hard before continuing, "Mom's stockinged feet are amazing, so comfortable... can you take off your clothes while you're at it?" My mom knew that when I said take off her clothes, I meant I wanted to see her breasts. But if my dad called for help if I took them all off, it would be a bit dangerous, so my mom only unbuttoned her shirt and pulled her bra down, letting her two snow-white 34E breasts pop out from above to meet me. "Mom, your breasts are so beautiful." While enjoying the sensation of my hard, thick penis being rubbed by my mother's stockinged feet , I looked up to admire her snow-white, large breasts, proudly perked up. "Really? I was worried they'd be too big and sag," my mother said shyly, blushing. I immediately praised her, "They're gorgeous! Every time I see them, I get so hard I can't stand it. They're practically works of art." "No wonder you rub them so hard every time, like you're going to ruin my breasts," my mother said coquettishly, deliberately increasing the pressure on But it didn't hurt; instead, it felt even better. "Mom, can you rub your own breasts?" I asked my mother. She didn't answer, but continued to perform footjob on me with her stockinged feet, a little shyly, while awkwardly grasping her own breasts and kneading . Watching those two sexy breasts being kneaded and deformed in my mother's own hands was truly a lewd and beautiful sight . My swollen, red penis, held between my mother's stockinged feet, couldn't withstand the stimulation of touch and sight, and the glans thrust forward, ejaculating . "Ouch!" My mother stopped her hand kneading her breasts and foot rubbing my penis in surprise. I quickly grabbed her black-stockinged feet and continued to stroke my penis, saying with difficulty, "Don't...don't stop!!" My rock-hard penis, caressed by her stockinged feet, pleasurably sprayed out thick fluid of desire, thrusting forward...

Semen gushed out like a fountain, most of it landing
on my mother's beautiful legs and feet clad in black stockings, until the last few weak ejaculations finally settled on my penis, genitals, and the ground.
I let out a long sigh and slumped to the ground. Seeing that I had finished, my mother removed her stockinged feet from my
limp penis, then pulled off the semen-stained sheer black
stockings and carefully wiped my penis with them. We were about to stop and rest when my mother touched my penis with the stockings,
and it went from semi-erect to fully erect again, leaving my mother somewhat dumbfounded.
"This..." My mother held the stockings, unsure what to do. "
I don't know why this happened either," I apologized to my mother, whose legs must have been sore from giving me footjobs
. But since it was already fully erect, I had to find a way to resolve it. So I took the stockings
from and put the part that wasn't stained with semen over my penis.
It had been a long time since my mother had seen me masturbating with a black stocking over my penis; it had ended
badly , but I didn't think it would be like that now. After putting the stocking over my penis, I didn't masturbate myself, but instead
stepped forward and offered it to my mother. She understood and gently grasped my thick, long penis with her delicate hands, then began
to stroke it gently.
I had always secretly used my mother's stockings to masturbate, never having the chance to have her do it for me. Now, taking advantage of
the opportunity when my mother was willing to open up to me, I let her masturbate me with the stockings. Masturbating with stockings was already quite pleasurable
, but now, with my mother's hands holding my penis covered in the ultra-thin stockings and stroking it back and forth, it made my whole body tingle.
But I felt I could ask for more, perhaps even more, so I adjusted the angle so that my stocking-covered penis
was extended in front of my mother. As soon as Mom saw my movements, she looked up at me and said, "Do you want Mom to suck your
little brother?"
Having my intentions exposed, I said shyly, "Yes, is that okay?"
Mom smiled but didn't say anything, quietly taking the stocking-covered penis into her mouth. Watching my noble
mother perform such a perverse act of oral sex on me made me excitedly widen my eyes as I stared at the penis in her mouth
. The semen that hadn't been wiped clean after ejaculation seeped into Mom's sexy little mouth along with the stocking-covered penis.
The stocking, which already made my whole body tingle, combined with Mom's hot mouth and nimble tongue, amplified
the pleasure an even higher level.
I reached out and kneaded Mom's pair of white, tender breasts hanging outside, gently kneading and playing with them like dough.
Mom focused on servicing her son's penis with her little mouth, occasionally licking the urethral opening with her tongue, causing the stocking covering the glans
to slide and rub against my penis with the movement of Mom's tongue. Knowing I love the smoothness of stockings, she
gently caressed my scrotum through the stockings, making my manhood swell uncomfortably. My
mother sucked hard on my penis, her sexy red lips moving back and forth around the glans,
the pressure in her mouth growing increasingly intense. She would release it one moment, then tighten it again, my stocking-covered penis being
played with by her skillful mouth. I felt all the blood in my body rush to that thick, long shaft, especially to the glans
.
My glans, being sucked, throbbed and swelled, making my mother feel like I had reached
the limit of pleasure. My hand, which had been squeezing my mother's breasts, moved to the back of her head, applying slight pressure to make her
move my thick penis back and forth even faster. My mother's mouth made slurping sounds, as if she were eating something delicious—her son's stocking-covered
penis.
Finally, I was utterly defeated by my mother's gentle little mouth. I shuddered, my buttocks and leg muscles contracted powerfully, and I
ejaculated a torrent of semen into her mouth. Following the second ejaculation that had just landed on my mother's stockinged feet, the amount was still
considerable , and the force was incredibly strong. Streams of semen seeped into my mother's mouth through the stockings covering my glans. My mother
had no intention of letting a single drop of semen escape, sucking my glans forcefully, forcing all the semen directly into her
throat. The suction and the feel of the stockings were incredibly pleasurable.
My hands pressed down on my mother's head, and she pressed down on my buttocks, as if trying to prevent the semen from hitting the air and sending it directly into
her stomach. My mother's willingness to let me enjoy this, to release myself in her small mouth, moved me deeply, giving me
a feeling of being completely loved by my mother. For a moment, I had a premonition of being sucked dry to death; the violent ejaculation made my buttocks and thighs
cramp slightly.
Once I had completely calmed down, my penis gradually softened in my mother's mouth. She then spat it out,
gently removed the thin black stocking from the glans, and put it back in her mouth, carefully scraping every last drop of semen
. It was as if she was savoring her son's semen, not missing a single drop. I enjoyed her
meticulous cleaning service and closed my eyes in comfort.
Finally, she spat my penis out again, finishing the cleaning before it could become erect again.
She stood up, wiped her mouth, and I hugged her tightly, her full breasts pressing against our chests
, and kissed her deeply from below. Our tongues intertwined for a long time before we finally separated, breathing
heavily .
"Why are you kissing Mommy? You're still dirty from eating semen," she said with a blushing smile.
"That's my semen, Mom ate it all for me, why would I complain about Mom's dirty mouth?"
"This kid really knows how to talk." Mom laughed and tapped my head lightly, saying gently, "Hurry up and clean it up,
don't let ... "
"Don't let Dad find out." I knew what Mom was going to say , so I finished the sentence
. We smiled at each other and started tidying up the room and getting dressed , temporarily ending our incestuous affair . === ...

A secret of transgression; especially since I was just a skinny, unremarkable little brat compared to my tall mother,
it felt absurd, like a child driving a big car.
I don't know what my mother thought of my father, but the fact that she could enjoy the pleasure of incest with me clearly showed that she
had thrown her responsibilities to her husband to the wind, turning into unrestrained beasts of lust with her devilish son.
"My stomach hurts, I need to use the restroom." On the hillside of the scenic area, at an empty rest stop, my mother
told us and went into the public restroom. Seeing my mother's actions, I also told my father that my stomach hurt, but when he
wasn't paying attention, I followed her into the women's restroom and opened the stall my mother had just entered. Surprisingly, my mother
wasn't surprised by my intrusion; instead, she smiled slightly, as if she had been expecting it.
"Here?" my mother asked, her breathing rapid. I nodded and whispered, "This way, I can't hold it in anymore
."
Because we had been holding back at home for so long without finding an opportunity to make love, we had already prepared before leaving the house. We agreed that both
mother and son would wear thin stockings—one black and one white—under our trousers. I would wear black, and my mother pinkish-white, and then we
would have a wild time in a scenic area.
My mother hurriedly pulled down her trousers, revealing the thin white stockings underneath, making her already fair legs look
even more delicate and alluring. Of course, she wasn't wearing underwear under the stockings. I also pulled my trousers down to my ankles,
revealing a pair of thin black pantyhose underneath, also without underwear. I quickly tore open
the crotch of my mother's white stockings, then ripped the stockings covering my already swollen and unyielding penis, and my swollen, erect
penis sprang out, landing on my mother's beautiful, white-stockinged buttocks.
"Hurry up, come in quickly." Knowing she needed to finish quickly, Mom, with her back to me,
forcefully pulled up her white sweatshirt and sports bra
, revealing her snow-white breasts, which bounced out in a heaving display. Then, she stuck out her buttocks, clad in white stockings, high in the air, beckoning me to enter. I casually touched Mom's vulva and found it was already incredibly wet. If
she wore long pants any longer, her juices would probably seep out from under her sweatpants.
So I moved closer to Mom, allowing my legs, clad in black stockings
, to touch her long, white-stockinged legs from behind. Then, holding my already swollen penis, I placed it on Mom's wet labia and thrust it in hard.
"...!"
The forceful thrust almost made Mom scream with pleasure, but thankfully, she braced
herself . I placed my hands on my mother's chest, roughly kneading her firm, large breasts without any tenderness, feeling
the deep red nipples gradually swell and become engorged between my fingers. Meanwhile, my lower body thrust
back and forth , pumping rapidly into my mother's slippery vulva.
"Mom, you're so tight, it feels so good," I whispered lewdly in her ear, pressing against her back
. My mother replied with difficulty, "It's not that I'm tight, it's that you're too thick... oh my god..." "You like me thick, don't you?" I continued to tease my mother
as I vigorously penetrated her from behind, thrusting rapidly . "I like it the most..." My mother turned her head and kissed me passionately. The moment our tongues touched, I felt my mother's already tight vulva tighten even more, making my penis almost painful, and my thrusting movements extremely difficult . I pounded my way into my mother's buttocks, clad in white stockings, watching my penis being swallowed and pulled , filling the cramped toilet with an atmosphere of immoral debauchery. Our four legs, both clad in black and white stockings , rubbed and collided with each thrust, the hissing sound between the fibers a melody I never tired of. I felt my penis being tightly gripped by my mother's flesh, the slapping sounds echoing in the toilet; anyone passing by would surely hear. The primal rhythm between man and woman stirred our hearts, each thrust stimulating our taut nerves with a surge of sexual desire. This rear-entry position allowed me to hit the very core of my mother's vagina with every thrust, making us want to scream with pleasure. But this wanton sex was happening between a seemingly normal mother and son. Initially, my mother was unwilling to go along with my reckless behavior in the wild. But when , she became even more enthusiastic than I was. My stockings were provided by my mother, of course. She suggested we go out without underwear so the stockings would constantly rub against our genitals – that was her idea. This outdoor toilet was one I painstakingly ; it was clean, odorless, and most importantly, deserted – almost no one would pass by. Since we couldn't do it for too long, or my father would become suspicious, I had my mother straddle the toilet with one of her white-stockinged legs, using this open position for me to thrust into her from behind. My mother grabbed my hand tightly with one hand, squeezing it against her stockinged waistband to facilitate the thrust. After a few thrusts, I straddled the toilet with one leg, once again making direct contact with my mother's stockinged legs . I used one hand to squeeze her stockinged waistband for thrusting, and the other hand to cover my mother's mouth to prevent her from making a sound. Then, my throbbing, numb glans could no longer hold on, and with a final, powerful thrust, I ejaculated my lustful essence directly into her burning core , pouring it into my mother's uterus, back to the forbidden place where I was born. My mother, too, convulsed as she reached the peak of incestuous pleasure. The layers of folds inside her vagina gripped my penis tightly, as if trying to snap it off, forcefully sucking my glans forward and drawing out the semen with a force that felt like it was draining my seminal vesicles. The explosive orgasm reached its climax during the exchange of our bodily fluids, lasting for several tens of seconds before gradually subsiding . I withdrew my semi-erect penis, and a clump of sticky mixture of semen and vaginal fluid immediately flowed from her vagina, dripping onto the ground in large clumps. Mom quickly pulled out a wet wipe from her bag and wiped her still swollen vulva. Then she took another wipe, turned around, her pretty face still flushed from the orgasm, and deftly wiped my wet penis. Mom then pulled out another tampon and inserted it into my vagina to prevent semen leakage, lest I be wearing no underwear and my white stockings were torn at the crotch, and my sweatpants were soaked with semen. Quickly, Mom put her clothes back on and walked out of the women's restroom first. After confirming that there were no other tourists and that Dad wasn't looking in this direction, she gestured for me, who had opened the stall door and was peeking out, to quickly come out.

"You've been in the bathroom for so long, let's go," Dad called out without suspicion, urging us to continue. Mom and
I exchanged a mysterious glance behind him, ending our perverted incestuous sex session where we were both wearing stockings, and continued our day's outing
.
=== ... My mother, looking a little tired but smiling, opened the door and let me in. Having been promoted to a mid-level management position, she had her own office, so I went inside to get my late-night snack. It was quite late, and not many of her colleagues remained at the office. The lights in the areas where everyone had left were off, leaving only a few sections with fluorescent lights still on. My mother turned off the office lights, leaving only a small desk lamp in the empty space. I pulled up a chair next to her and looked around curiously. It was my first time visiting her at her company, so I was a little nervous, worried about disturbing her colleagues. However, my mother told me that there were very few colleagues left, and everyone was focused on their projects, so I didn't need to worry about bothering anyone. I took out my snack and placed it on the table, ready to eat. At that moment, my mother smiled strangely and placed a hand on my leg to stop me. As I wondered what was going on, she pulled my hand onto her leg and began to stroke her beautiful legs in black stockings. I nervously swallowed. Usually, when things like this happen, I know I'm about to get down to business with my mom. But we're in her office now. Although there's frosted glass blocking the view from the outside, I think I can still see two figures. "Mom, are you sure?" I whispered uncertainly in her ear, but my hand didn't stop stroking her stockinged thighs . Sure enough, no matter what she says, her body tells a different story. "You'll know once you touch it." My usually serious and proper mom gave me a flirtatious wink, slightly lifting her skirt to reveal most of her black-stockinged thighs. I glanced around to make sure no one was watching my mom's office, then carefully slid my hand up from her knees, down her thighs, to her waist... I couldn't reach the line where her thighs met her buttocks . "Are they T-strings?" I guessed based on the feel of the touch. Mom shook her head with a mysterious smile: "Touch it again." So I changed direction and touched towards Mom's lower body. Suddenly, I felt something different. Besides feeling that her stockings were already seeping with vaginal fluid, I couldn't feel her panties or the T-shaped crotch seam. "This is..." I looked at Mom with confusion and excitement, waiting for an answer. "See for yourself." Mom pulled her black pencil skirt up to her waist as if solving a mystery. I saw that Mom was wearing black stockings with no seam at the crotch, so from the waist down, it was all the same material and color, without any extra seams. Also, because she wasn't wearing panties, the stockings, already soaked with vaginal fluid , were clearly visible clinging to her vulva. Underneath the thin stockings, I could clearly see a neatly trimmed tuft of pubic hair and her pink labia minora. Seeing such a visual stimulation for the first time, I stared wide-eyed and opened my mouth, speechless for a moment. My mother stroked the back of my hand, which was resting on her thigh, explaining the design of the stockings: "Xiaoquan, these are called seamless stockings. They don't have the seam like regular pantyhose , and the material is very soft and elastic, so you can touch Mommy's private parts directly..." A seductive expression graced her beautiful face as she guided my hand to her vulva. I stroked her vulva, which was already completely soaked with her juices, bringing my face close to examine the material. I realized there really were no seams, so I could clearly see my mother's vulva. I tried pressing my finger into the stocking-covered opening, and unlike regular stockings where it was blocked , my middle finger sank directly into her vulva as I pressed. I was astonished, as if I had discovered a new continent, and began to use my middle finger to gently thrust in and out of her vagina through the stocking, just as I usually did with my mother's vulva . My mother's face flushed, but she kept her lips tightly closed as she watched my fingers magically penetrate her vagina through . "It's so erotic, but it looks so good, so strange." My mother looked at me inserting , and said excitedly with a trembling voice, seemingly incredulous. "I think so too, it's super erotic." Originally, I only had my middle finger, but I added my ring finger, using both fingers to probe into my mother 's stocking-covered vagina. My mother tilted her head back and made a very faint sound. I asked worriedly, "Will it hurt, Mom? " "No," my mother looked down at the two fingers that I had pulled out out of fear, grabbed them, and pushed them back into her vagina through the stockings. "It hurts a little at first, but it's actually quite comfortable after a while..." So my left hand tightly gripped my mother's sexy thigh covered by black stockings, while my right hand explored my mother's vagina through the thin, cicada-wing-like fabric caressing her tender flesh. The sensation was very different from the usual direct caressing of my mother's vaginal flesh. The feeling through the stockings was a kind of sadomasochistic stimulation, but not as painful. I could imagine what it felt like to have my mother's vagina caressed through that stocking—probably similar to my glans being covered by stockings: a little painful, but visually, tactilely, and psychologically incredibly lewd and erotic. I had only inserted one joint of my middle and ring fingers, but my mother grabbed my hand and said, "Put them all in." So I grabbed my mother's stockinged thigh and inserted two fingers of my right hand all the way in. My mother trembled, unable to speak.

She just stared wide-eyed as my fingers slid in and out of her vagina, seemingly enjoying it immensely.
My knuckles bent, and through her stockings, I probed the raised area of flesh at the top of her vagina, feeling its
increased and blood flow. I rhythmically rubbed that area, occasionally pressing down hard on the spot,
causing her to involuntarily move her hips in response to my finger's ministrations.
As I pressed my fingers against that swollen area again, her body convulsed, gripping my hand and trembling
. Then, her vaginal muscles contracted irregularly and forcefully, squeezing my fingers for several seconds, releasing
a lot of fluid that flowed down her black stockinged thighs. She then let out a heavy breath and slumped into the chair, motionless
.
"Mom... this is..." I asked, unable to contain my excitement, as it was the first time I had ever made her like this with my fingers.
"Mom just came..." Mom swallowed hard. "It feels so good. I've never been touched like this by hand before...
" Indeed, since my incestuous relationship with Mom began, although I had used my fingers to caress her many times, it was usually
just foreplay. I had never brought her to orgasm with just my fingers. The seamless stockings Mom was wearing this time
were truly amazing; they actually enhanced the pleasure of finger stimulation so much.
"Come on, let Mom help you too." Mom took a breath and gestured for me to lie down on the floor. I looked around to make sure that I
was lying where the desk would cover me, and no one would see me. After Mom had me lie down, she knelt between my legs
, unzipped my pants, and let my already swollen and thick penis jump out of my underwear. Then she gently
grasped it with one hand and took my huge glans into her sexy lips.
"Hiss..." I couldn't help but gasp from the intense pleasure. Mom grabbed the base of my penis and began to
quickly suck and swallow my shaft. I didn't want to be beaten like this, so I rolled over on the ground to change my position
, so that my mother's knees were on either side of my head, making it a 69 position. Seeing her wet, slippery vulva covered in stockings right in
front of me, I couldn't resist sticking out my tongue and starting to lick it.
"Ah...!" My mother couldn't help but let out a soft moan. I pressed my advantage, quickly licking
my mother's clitoris through the stockings. My mother was clearly enjoying it, and for a moment she stopped her mouthing and didn't attack me. But
after regaining her composure, my mother immediately took my huge glans into her mouth, frantically swallowing and spitting
my penis up and down.
"Oh!" This time it was my turn to cry out in pleasure. I immediately retaliated against my mother, sometimes sucking on her labia and nectar
, sometimes forcefully probing my tongue into her vaginal muscles through the stockings. Each time my tongue attacked, Mom's body
would tremble slightly. I also enjoyed the pleasure of my lower body thrusting back and forth in Mom's hot little mouth, feeling
my glans and ridge receiving special care from Mom's nimble tongue. It was so pleasurable that I almost forgot my own name.
I grabbed Mom's two beautiful silk-stockinged legs on either side of my head with both hands, looking up at Mom's
secret garden covered by a thin layer of black stockings. I thought the view was incredibly sexy, and even
her vulva looked delicious, making my licking of Mom's vulva more fervent and vigorous. Mom's
sexy body trembled slightly, but she stubbornly sucked on my penis, making me almost unable to hold
on .
"Mom, stop, I'm almost... almost..." I could barely speak, feeling that I was about to ejaculate
. I simply lifted my head and sucked on Mom's clitoris even harder through the stockings, intending to go down in flames. Sure enough,
as my glans tingled uncontrollably, trembling and ejaculating, my mother's lower body also convulsed
, spurting out a stream of vaginal fluid that flowed through her already soaked stockings and into my mouth. We endured the intense pleasure, forcefully
sucking up each other's climax fluids, not letting a single drop escape. After a while, my mother finally couldn't hold on any longer and
spat my penis out of her mouth, collapsing weakly onto me, panting.
But even in such a tense situation, my penis didn't soften at all; it remained 100% erect. After
my mother caught her breath and got up, I immediately and excitedly stood behind her, pressing her directly onto the desk
.
"Oh my god, son, don't you need to rest?" my mother asked, turning her head in surprise.
"No, it's all because of those damn seamless stockings you wore that I'm like this
. Now you're reaping what you sow," I said with a lewd grin, then looked around and found that my mother's screen could conveniently block our movements. So
I stepped forward, pressing my legs against my mother's beautiful legs in black stockings. Holding my glistening penis, I pressed the head against her
small, stocking-covered labia, then grabbed her slender waist to hold her in place. With a powerful but slow
motion, I inserted my penis directly into her vagina through the stockings.
My mother stood with her legs open, trembling as she leaned on the table, burying her face in her arms as she endured my penetration.
I slowly forced open her vagina, pushing my entire penis into her vagina
through the sensation of being surrounded by the smooth stockings and her hot vagina.
After confirming that my penis was fully inside her, I reached forward and
explored . I slipped my lewd hand inside her bra, pushing it up and
grabbing her breasts, which were too large for me to grasp. While slowly withdrawing my penis and then thrusting it back into my mother's vagina,
I wantonly played with her beautiful breasts that had once nurtured me.
"It feels so good to be fucked through the stockings, Mom, are you enjoying it?" I whispered lewd words in my mother's ear , teasing
her. My mother couldn't help but moan softly, and although she was being fucked back and forth, she still managed to nod.
Inserting my penis directly into the stockings was completely different from teasing her with my fingers or tongue. My penis could
penetrate to the deepest part of her vagina, allowing my mother's cervix to be rubbed by the seamless stockings. My thick and wide penis also allowed my mother
's entire vagina to be penetrated by the stockings, so that both of our genitals could be constantly rubbed by the delicate stockings at the same time
, feeling the extremely lewd direct intercourse of the stockings.
At first, I just slowly fucked my mother, using a very slow speed to thrust back and forth in my mother's stocking-clad vagina. After feeling that
my mother was beginning to adapt to this way of playing that pushed the limits of her senses, I began to speed up the fucking, my whole penis
After quickly thrusting into her core, I slowly withdrew the entire length, leaving only the glans encased in her labia, covered by the stockings. Then,
I repeated the rapid insertion, forcefully plunging my entire penis into my mother's vagina, reaching her delicate cervix.
My lower abdomen slammed against my mother's buttocks, repeatedly penetrating her wanton vagina with my thick penis.
Unlike usual, this time there was a seamless, specially designed stocking. This stocking was the perfect
sex toy for us, adding a more intense pleasure to each piston-like movement, several times more intense than the usual vaginal penetration.
My mother could only lie tightly on the table, swaying back and forth as I fucked her, struggling to suppress the pleasure of her core being relentlessly pounded by my stocking-clad penis and preventing
herself from screaming.
Dissatisfied at not being able to kiss my mother, I suddenly pulled out my penis and turned her over to face me. My mother
looked at me with almost dazed eyes, then sat on the table as I moved. Then I grabbed my mother's stocking-clad buttocks and pressed them against
her already soaking wet, stocking-clad vulva, inserting my swollen penis into her warm, moist honeypot, savoring once more
the exquisite sensation of my shaft enveloped by the flesh of her stocking-clad vagina.
Tears welled in my mother's long, beautiful eyes, unable to contain her pleasure. I held her
smooth and forcefully kissed her sexy, small, red lips. Enduring the waves of pleasure surging through my lower body, I forcefully
thrust my tongue into her mouth, exploring her fragrant tongue. My mother, in the throes of ultimate pleasure, weaved our tongues together, our
saliva intertwining, sucking each other's saliva as if it were the sweetest nectar.
We were mother and son, yet we were engaging in this intense incestuous act in my mother's office, behind the backs of all our colleagues. The perverse
pleasure drove us to a euphoric heights, as if we were flying to heaven, our desire for each other's bodies a relentless pursuit of nothingness. As I thrust
into my mother, I saw her only as a beautiful, lustful beast driven by pleasure. We were a pair of
depraved mother and son, devoid of any sense of ethics, seeking only to obtain our tickets to the hell of lust through each other.
My mother's buttocks slid back and forth on the table as I pounded into her. She then stretched out her long, black-stockinged legs and clamped them around my waist, rubbing her stockinged
calves against my buttocks, making us tightly intertwined. I watched her throbbing, snow-white breasts,
so swaying they almost made me dizzy. I lowered my head and sucked hard on her firm, deep red nipples, wanting to draw milk like a baby
. My mother cradled my head, letting me suckle while I thrust into her. Clearly, her nipples were also enjoying the sensation.
We tried to maintain a large, fast, but silent act of intercourse. Suppressing our sounds, we felt a lewd pleasure, a sense of impending
exposure . Separated only by a thin layer of frosted glass, we were engaging in this unspeakable incestuous sex, and it was
incredibly ecstatic.
Surrounded by such multiple stimuli, feeling I could no longer endure it, I thrust my swollen penis into my mother's stocking-clad vulva
several . My mother bit my shoulder hard, her lower body convulsing violently,
the tight flesh of her vagina pounding against my penis like a tsunami through the stockings, creating immense pressure. A surge of pleasure
shot through my brain like an electric current, leaving my consciousness completely blank; the only thing I could feel was the overwhelming
pleasure from my lower body and the intense, tingling ejaculation.
My glans throbbed as thick, sticky fluid gushed from my urethra, shooting like cannonballs
deep into my mother's vagina, one after another, through the stockings pushed to their limit. My mother was overwhelmed with pleasure by my hot semen. She tilted her head back,
biting her lower lip to stifle a sound, her back arched
so tightly that only her stockings covered her genitals, which were pressed against my penis. Her long, black-stockinged legs gripped my waist tightly, pushing my hips forcefully against her vulva.
This ecstatic ejaculation seemed endless. Deep within her flower path, my glans, bound by stockings, throbbed and pulsed in the secret garden that had once
nurtured me, continuously releasing the foul-smelling, toxic fluid that could impregnate a woman
. The unstoppable ejaculation represented an unstoppable, immoral climax. At that moment, my mother and I plunged into the deepest abyss of incestuous hell, from which
there was no escape. But at the same time, we reached the highest level of pleasure, a paradise only we could share. The electric shocks of
intense bodily fluid exchange melted our bodies and spirits together, achieving complete sublimation.
The blankness that filled my vision only slowly faded after what seemed like an eternity. My mother and I embraced,
panting , feeling the terrifying climax finally subside. She released her legs from my waist, and I withdrew
my penis, revealing her stocking-covered vulva. The stockings were deeply embedded in her vaginal walls. A torrent of
white semen seeped from the stockings, slowly flowing from her opening, an astonishing amount. "These seamless stockings are terrifying, making us go this far..." I whispered, panting,
looking at my mother's wet, stocking-covered vulva . "Yeah... you really can only wear them occasionally, otherwise, I'll really be fucked to death by Koizumi, I'm serious," my mother said with a wry smile . I tried to jump off the table, but my legs suddenly went weak, and I almost couldn't stand. Clearly, the pleasure was too overwhelming; my whole body felt weak and limp. I quickly helped my mother up, and the two of us stood there, tightly embracing each other, unsure when we would finally let go and clean up the mess... Now, at sixteen, I still maintain this immoral sexual relationship with my thirty-nine-year-old mother, and each time it must be through our beloved stockings. From initial resistance and half-hearted acceptance to complete immersion and enjoyment, even my once icy beauty mother has fallen in love with this incestuous game of incest while wearing stockings. Although I haven't grown any taller, having such a beautiful mother to keep me going, making love like a child driving a big car, isn't that a special kind of pleasure? Although I don't know how long my incestuous relationship with my mother can continue behind my father's back, at least for several years to come, we will still enjoy this perfect sex that we never tire of, and it will continue forever.

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